Birds sing there's not a cloud in the sky August 8th is a beautiful day

I see a bunch of hippies crying yeah August 8th is a beautiful day

Like waking up from a real bad dream suddenly everything is OK

The storm has passed the sun is shining yeah August 8th is a beautiful day

What's going on what's going on is something bumming your scene

There's something wrong there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean

The air is sweet the summer flowers blooming nowhere in sight is there anything grey

Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah beautiful day

Like waking up from a fucked up dream suddenly everything's looking good

There's been no permanent damage done

Yeah August 8th came right when it should



Poor Jeff

Poor little

Timmy Turtle

Staying home on

Such a beautiful

Day