Outside the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude As you talked and chewed On the last of your pick and mix Said your mistaken if you thinking that I an't been called cold before As you bit into your strawberry lace, And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper, Is all you have left and it was going to waste
Your past times Consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I love that little game you had called Crying Lightning And how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection It was on it's way to meet you Thinking of excuses to postpone You never look like yourself from the side But your profile did not hide, The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp, no gaps to claw
And your past times Consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons Uninviting But not have as impossible as everyone assumes You are Crying Lightning
Your past times Consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Crying Lightning Crying Lightning Crying Lightning Crying Lightning Your past times Consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Crying