[Verse]


           
Outside the ca

            
fe by the crac

           
ker factory
            
You were pract

             
icing a magic 

     
trick
            
And my thought

             
s got rude, as

            
 you talked an

  
d chewed
            
On the last of

             
 your pick and

    
 mix


              
Said your mist

             
aken if your t

             
hinking that I

             
 haven't been 

            
caught cold be

    
fore
            
As you bit int

             
o your strawbe

        
rry lace
            
And then a fli

             
p in your atte

             
ntion in the f

         
orm of a gobst

opper
              
Is all you hav

            
e left and it 

            
was going to w

    
aste


[Chorus]


Your past-time

s, consisted o

f the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game you had called

Crying lightning

And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons


[Verse]

              
The next time 

            
that I caught 

       
my own reflect

ion
            
It was on it's

        
 way to meet y

ou
           
Thinking of ex

             
cuses to postp

    
one
              
You never look

            
 like yourself

          
 from the side
            
But your profi

           
le did not hid

e
             
The fact you k

            
new I was appr

             
oaching your t

      
hrone


            
With folded ar

             
ms you occupy 

              
the bench like

        
 toothache
              
Saw them, puff

            
 your chest ou

             
t like you nev

             
er lost a war
             
And though I t

            
ry so not to s

             
uffer the indi

            
gnity of a rea

ction
            
There was no c

             
racks to grasp

             
 or gaps to cl

   
aw


[Chorus]

             
And your past-

            
times, consist

    
ed of the stra

nge
    
And twisted an

d deranged
      
And I hate tha

t little game 

you had called
      
Crying lightni

ng
              
And how you li

      
ke to aggravat

e the icky man

 on rainy afte

rnoons


    
Uninviting
     
But not half a

s impossible a

s everyone ass

umes
             
You are crying

         
 lightning



Your past-times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called
      
Crying lightni

ng

Crying lightni

ng
      
Crying lightni

ng

Crying lightni

ng


             
Your past-time

      
s, consisted o

f the strange
    
And twisted an

d deranged
      
And I hate that little game you had called
      
Crying