August 8th

Birds sing, "There's not a cloud in the sky August 8th is a beautiful day" I see a bunch of hippies crying "Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day" Like waking up from a real bad dream Suddenly everything is okay The storm has pa*sed, the sun is shining Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day What's goin' on, what's goin' on? Is something bummin' your scene? There's something wrong, there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean The air is sweet, the summer flower's bloomin' Nowhere inside is there anything gray Feelings of joy are healing the street Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day Like waking up from a f**ked up dream Suddenly everything's looking good There's been no permanent damage done Yeah, August 8th came right when it should What's goin' on, what's goin' on? Is something bummin' your scene? There's something wrong, there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean Poor Jeff, poor little Timmy Turtle Staying home on such a beautiful day