Gay Clouds Lyrics

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

Ehe, ehe, ehe, ehe

We are

Ehe, ehe, ehe, ehe

Yes Sir

Oh, yes Sir

A yes or both

If we are climbing, let me down