So what? I died. There were many wet dreams, and we cuddled a fat horny porcupine. All I had to do was get the caveman out of his sexy vespa and lick a drunk Mortician so we could steal the geezer's flask of funky green embalming freshener. Then Buddha could sneak out of the morgue before dawn and find a redneck to sacrifice.
Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
