its raining again, the taste of a morning cigarett burns in the cold wind as i wait, a little hung over from a long night of sedation, its now time to get buisy, god that hang over is killing, as if a million little midgets in my head, stomping on the ground within my brain, yelling down the dark alleyways, banging loudly within my ears, was that music loud lastnight or what, you shouldnt have at those brownies, deep inside you knew, stupid rain, so loud on the car as the radio comes to life, feeling as if in a middle of a musical war the tunes are off again, wow, what happened lastnight, oh well the engines on, time to go, time to light another, and begin work, the salt and grime cackle under the tires, look out theres another car.