Its 99 degrees on christmas evepeople in the heat just drop on the streetShe said, “lets get away from this concrete scene”Jumped a turnstile and walked into a dreamAnd the trees are playing chess with a chain saw childI saw a check mate sign in the super mall stylehey baby don’t ya feel so bad,you got head full of grassI got a hand full of cashAnd what was said is donein the apacalypso sunnow you’ve got love to killoh you’ve got lungs to fillso take your sunset pillThe banks are blowing up and the army is tooeveryone’s looting from the factory tomband you take a chair on a rooftop up in the airand its a christmas island holidaythey can hardly see youfrom the window in the streetyou clench ya margarita teethAnd what was said is donein the armageddon sonnow you grit your teeth and smileit’s your time, to unwindin a mushroom cloud of explosive proportion,mother earths abortion of this helpless orphanthat runs low on endorphins,she needs a happy pill,so many sad ones running on the surface,it amazes me it still turns,nihilist skies, wide junky eyes,junkies surprised its…the winter time, in the summer time.its the summer time, in the winter time.And I don’t mind,If you don’t mind,99 degrees on christmas eve,the trees are getting even with the slot machines,and the cynics wave goodbyeto the post modern sky.Goodbye.