This is how it feels when somebody hates you; no bloody ears nor your bloody lips on my ears at all. Like a comet you see it coming, sun in your eyes, writes on the black sky. Drink a bottle of me and your sunny days will rain right out your backside. What if they come or send somebody and all whether we say no? Father when she comes she seems alright, she thinks she feels alright, she thinks she knows, nobody knows. Stop her when she comes, she seems alright, he thinks she's seen the light, he thinks she knows, the further from the son then she's coming closer. STOP THAT FUN FROM FEELING RIGHT I know it feels so nice, I know you know that people like to come when you call them over.