Rain King ensures there's nowhere to go
It's jet stream, daydream
 [bad word] hard luck show
His lips a fountain
His daylight sparks
He's a shotgun, schoolyard
Street-wise, white-hot kid
Little whipcream, phone call
Breakdown, Rain King fist
His mind a countdown
His daydream sparks

I need three years to clear these thoughts, hey
I like to say I knew one [bad word] thing
It feels like years and all I've done is fought
And not turned up, anything

Little black, take roll and roll, over my bed
I'm waiting here for, some reality crease
There's one big deadend, in my head
And not a moment of peace

Crossfire, Rain King, with his cadillac, kid
Marries every dictionary from his chain-yard bliss
His lips a fountain
His daylight sparks
He's got a shot in his kick forging the real, when
He's a steel [bad word]  wedding ring
Pontiac door [bad word] ten
His mind a countdown
His daylight sparks

Hung up on a speed king nation, caught up on a nail
Hanging tight with time, at least, a little while
Your sister is a beauty when she's naked, like my kid
I hear this world, cool world
Dreaming of a peaceful kiss