Jasmine’s Matricide

Stupid renegades In their combat boots They can't even sing A Sinatra tune They just sleep on and on and on When my mother dies And my brother, too They'll be purified In Augustine's tomb I'll just keep on and on and on On and on and on I see the sun, yeah I see it shining- On a bucket of rain All the times that I could've lied When I-covered up the pain My woman says That I'm on my way I don't believe it at all Cause I can't turn the Rain Man on Jasmine's matricide Was a bad blessing In disguise-don't bring it up She'll just go on and on and on On and on and on All them heavy weights That I lift for fun Are my equivalent To a loaded gun I could go on and on and on On and on and on I see the sun, yeah I see it shining- On a bucket of rain All the times that I could've lied When I-covered up the pain My woman says That I'm on my way I don't believe it at all Cause I can't turn the Rain Man on I see the sun, yeah I see it shining- On that bucket of rain All the times that I could've lied When I-covered up the pain My woman says That I'm on my way I don't believe it at all Cause I can't turn the Rain Man on