every time it rain it pours
in the house the ceiling
falls on me rolling thunder
lightning strikes we don't get
along were always fighting
it won't be much longer I see
the sign a strong wind is
blowing a storm our way
I been through many mighty
winds before that failed to
knock me down it's sad when
a house is not a home
it feels like the Astrodome
don't know if I should stay
in place or evacuate
the choice is my decision
to make you baked me
a cake you say its fosted
with love but sorry doesn't
cut it you say if I leave
I'll be making a big mistake
but arent mistakes made
to make I don't have a
taste for sweets don't like
to throw food away you
been in the kitchen
preheating the oven planing
to bake all day but
too bad the cake
you baked gone to waste