Ou tside the c afe by the cr acker factory
you were pr acticing a m agic t rick.
And my th oughts got r ude as you ta lked and chewed
on the la st of your p ick and m ix.
You said 'You're mistaken if you're th inking that
I h aven't been called 'cold ' before' as
you bi t into your s trawberry l ace.
Then offered me your atten tion in the f orm of a go bstopper
it's all you had le ft and it was g oing to w aste
Yo ur pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
an d I loved that little game you had called 'Crying Lightning'
an d how you liked to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons
The ne xt time that I caught my own refl ection
it was on its way to meet you, th inking of e xcuses to p ostpone.
You never looked like yo urself from the s ide but
your pr ofile could not hide
the fact you kn ew I was appro aching y our throne.
With folded ar ms you occupi ed the bench like toothache,
stood and puffed your ch est out like you'd n ever lost a w ar.
Although I tr ied so not to s uffer the in dignity of a reaction
there wa s no cracks to g rasp or gaps t o claw
And you r pastimes consi sted of the strange, the tw isted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had cal led 'Crying Li ghtning'
and how you liked to ag gravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.
Uninvi ting, but no t half as impossible as everyone assumes you are .
'Crying Li ghtning'
Yo ur pastimes consisted of the strange, the twisted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had called 'Cr ying Li ghtning'
'Crying Lightning' 'Cr ying Li ghtning' 'C rying Lightning'
Your pas times consi sted of the strange, the tw isted and deranged
and I hate that little game you had cal led Crying
