It's the day of the pressure hike
People can't cope
They've got on their bike
The weather's been riding them high
And hanging them low
Like the interpol
The atmospheric pressure is atomic
The humidity
Is like a tonic clonic
The clinics are burst in the heat
Like expectant mothers ready to beat
The street with their loaves of bread they've baked
Overcooked or even burnt
Something's gone wrong with the circuitry it's buzzing
And fizzing and squirting and flirting with flames
And burning fire and I would complain
But the weathervane told me its warning
I, just like a fool, ignored it, heard the cock crow in the morning
And then it was all over
Judas had already betrayed Jesus
And I did nothing to stop him
I am guilty as a rock
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