birds sing
theres not a cloud in the sky
yea, august 8th is a beautiful day
i see
a bunch of hippies crying
yea, august 8th is a beautiful day
like waking up from a real bad dream
suddenly everything is ok
the storm has passed and the sun is shining
yea, august 8th is a beautiful day
what's going on
what's going on
is something bumming your scene
is something wrong
is something wrong
im not trying to be mean
the air is sweet
the summer flowers blooming
nowhere in sight is there anything grey
the odes of joy
are filling the street
yea, august 8th is a beautiful day
like waking up from a fucked up dream
suddenly everything will seem good
theres been no permanant damage done
yea, august 8th came right when it should
what's going on
what's going on
is something bumming your scene
is something wrong
is something wrong
im not trying to be mean
poor jeff
poor little timmy turtle
staying home on such a beautiful day