Gay Clouds

When it became evident That they were not failing At being someone else But succeeding At being themselves Bout now Bout now Bout now You know what I'm happy Happier My mom Jesus and God Sitting at the table I take out my plastic Packet of fluoride To mix with my bottled water I love my western town Music love's the western sound I love the taste of cow It's the taste of a generation Now I wanna know Bout now I wanna know Bout now I wanna know Bout now now now We are Yes Sir Oh yes Sir A yes or both If we are climbing Let me down