Beat the unhappy weather to the finish line.

show him no mercy whilst showing him around,
tell no secrets, so he cant stick around,
who gave who what, who did give me what?
Checkers in the corners, corners in my pockets,
and everybody flew,
yes everybody flew
in different directions,
nobody stuck around whilst being showed around,
could nobody find the discipline,
to ask the principle,
to stick around for the hearing of his sister,
who pushed the man on railroad-track
her dark mind will never give her back,
the fortune, of a happy mind.