Weatherman
We're paying bills
Our generation is on pills
We're going to make something
If we don't get killed
It comes and goes
We take our highs with our lows
This winter might be the last time we get snow
I want to live
I want a house and two kids
Man that would sure be something
I could relax
Pay a high property tax
Fuck anyone who tries to take my fat stacks
I try I try with all I can
To try and beat this weather, man
It never works, its so futile
And do you miss the way we never smiled
Our generation is on pills
We're going to make something
If we don't get killed
It comes and goes
We take our highs with our lows
This winter might be the last time we get snow
I want to live
I want a house and two kids
Man that would sure be something
I could relax
Pay a high property tax
Fuck anyone who tries to take my fat stacks
I try I try with all I can
To try and beat this weather, man
It never works, its so futile
And do you miss the way we never smiled
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Writer(s): Fritz Ortman
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