The Weatherman Songtext
von Lower Definition

I know how you are with these things
And you′re not gonna stop
I know how you are
Yeah, you're an artist
When you tear things apart, oh

When your friends twist the knife in your back
And I′m still giving into it
And they die all under

Don't think that you know
I can assure that you don't
And there is nothing that I can say to you
To soothe
To you
To soothe


I′m pressing my luck
On the neck of regret, distressed
′Cause it's not like it′s our favorite thing
Don't you dare forget
Don′t you dare forget
That nothing with meaning is easy

It's so easy to vomit the words and choke
Yeah!

You′ve never seen a machine
Like this before
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

I'm pressing my luck
On the neck of regret, distressed
'Cause it′s not like it′s our favorite thing
And don't you dare!
Don′t you dare forget
Don't you dare forget
That nothing with meaning is easy, easy


You′ve never seen a machine like this
It devours, devours the flowers
The flowers are fake
The flowers are fake
The flowers are-
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

'Cause I′m gone goodbye, yeah
'Cause I'm gone goodbye, yeah