Weatherman Lyrics - Singles - Machines Of Loving Grace

Get off the streets and rise from the pressure 

And burst out laughing, get off 

Where the cops all wear leather-eyed amphetamine stares 

Bleed kid, get off the street kid 

Everybody knows it's going to explode you see 

Bleed kid, get off the street kid 

Everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired 

Weatherman, think it over 

You've got a moment's respite 

Weatherman, get it over 

Infiltrate your inside 

There was a film, there was a nightmare 

Cielo Drive up on the right there 

Some people say the weather's no different 

>From what we had yesterday 

But there's a house on the hill 

Where the children all kill their playthings 

And plant them like barrels of toxic hatred 

Bleed kid, get off the street kid 

Everybody knows it's going to explode you see 

Bleed kid, get off the street kid 

Everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired 

Weatherman, you get it over 

We penetrate your disguise 

Weatherman, get it over 

Twist the fork in her spine 

Bleed kid, get off the street kid 

Weatherman, you're taking over 

Weatherman, get it over