Here's Tom with the Weather Lyrics

The Beatles were so high they let Ringo sing

The LA riots happened because Rodney King

Got beaten senseless by some corrupt cops

George Floyd proves this cycle never stops

The revenues so high they let the slime breed

If you have a message then you won't succeed

And Hicks was armed with smoking shotguns

Angels like that never give out refunds

Hey Bill, you were right

Turning on the vermin every single night

Add a punchline so they maybe listen

Open conversation is servilely missing

Yes Bill, it's still true

Disassociation, no one's got a clue

What you reading for? Do you think you're clever

Life is just a ride, now here's Tom with the weather

Hendrix was so high he was splitting mountains

Overdosed toast from the youthful fountains

Like U.F.O's over backwards towns

Show independent thought and they will hunt you down

Hey Dave, let a man speak

His message was important, just intensely bleak

Rational thinking is a skill worth sharing

Asking questions isn't being daring

Hey Bill, we miss you

Smoking up a teacup where the storm will brew

What you fighting for? Why the soul endeavour?

Life is but a dream, now here's Tom with the weather

How about a positive drug story on the news

Last night, a young man on acid realised

That all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration

That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively

There is no such thing as death

Life is only a dream

And we are the imagination of ourselves

Here's Tom with the weather

Here's Tom with the weather

Hey Bill, you were right

Turning on the vermin every single night

Add a punchline so they maybe listen

Open conversation is servilely missing

Yes Bill, it's still true

Disassociation, no one's got a clue

What you reading for? Do you think you're clever

Life is just a ride, now here's Tom with the weather

Hey Dave, let a man speak

His message was important, just intensely bleak

Rational thinking is a skill worth sharing

Asking questions isn't being daring

Hey Bill, we miss you

Smoking up a teacup where the storm will brew

What you fighting for? Why the soul endeavour?

Life is but a dream, now here's Tom with the weather