The Weatherman

I saw the weatherman
When I looked at the TV
I was standing in my parents house
A place I never thought I'd be
I was on the floor that I'd layed down
Back in the first summertime that we started hanging around
We started hanging around
When we had our house we'd wince every time it rained
And watch how the stains would grow every time it rained
And your father built us
A brand new metal roof
He didn't know what else to do
He didn't know what else to do
Oh Barry Burbank, talking with your Boston accent
Make it up as you go along
You're still on the TV
You stupid motherfucker
You're still alive



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Field
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