If you’re gonna go outside today, you better put a jacket on.
It’s raining frogs and cats and dogs and the sun is almost gone.
You’re better off just staying in, just go to bed and dream of sin.
Be sure to keep your jacket close, ’cause icy cold may wake within.
Don’t hold your tongue. Say what you will. Do what you want.
Swallow the pill. Surely you’ll feel your senses fill. Surely you’ll write the song.
But heed these words my little friend,
Your silver-lined dream is frayed at the end.
– Written by Mr. T on September 29, 2011