Rainy Mornings, Oh Rainy Mourning's

Rainy mornings and sunny afternoons, are like your life, with
A tang of guilt in your drink, spare a child,
Spare a dollar,
Win a soul, shoot an arrow,
Where are you going young man?
Think of a place to be, before you say,
Care of a boy,
Care of a man,
Cold shoots down your legs with icicle speed,
The only place to be, is in a coma, and when you’re a
Stopper of rubber, you can slow the progress of a killer blight,
Change when the son comes, and pour out tears of rain into beer,
When the night chill strikes,
Like a mosquito bite like a sudden death,
Are you and your morning mourning’s,
Spare the cup, and spare your life,
Rainy mourning’s and sunny afternoons.