Mountain Goats Orange Ball Of Hate
When I hear the screeching weather vane
in the wild wind and the hissing rain
I know that one of us, I'm not saying who,
has got rocks in her head
as the rain comes through the open window
But you don't think so
I sure do love you
I sure do love you
When I notice that the radio is broken
I see you standing there in the doorway soaking
The water drizzles off of you down to the floor
and I say that I don't want to live in New England
anymore
Some flower petals stick to your skin
I grab hold of your hip, and I pull you in
When the building establishes control
When the thunder from the north begins to roll down our
way
I know I've been right all along
and you start singing that stupid children's song
You think I don't know it
but I just don't feel like singing it
I sure do love you
I sure do love you
