global warming

i just put a mushroom on a butterfly's back
kicked him in the ass
and said, "boy don't come on back!"
as the little bastard, flew off in the sun
i think that he was cryin' 'cause he thought I was the one

but i'm not him and he's not me
and I don't treat no one gently
i'm cold as october mornings
on the baltic sea

I found myself a squirrel
and I grabbed the fat rat by it's tail
i swung him round a hundred times
let him fly and watched him wail
as the little bastard felll from way up in the sky
I think that he was screaming, "can you please just tell me .. why?"

but i'm not him and he's not me
and I don't got time to try and see
cause i'm cold as corn upon the cob
I'm colder than cold can ever be

I had myself a baby
and I scooped him in my arms
i sang to him a lullabye
I let him fly and kept him safe from harm
as the little bastard fell from way up in my heart
I think that he was singing, "Dad, I love this part!'

i can't believe that i am him, and he also me
no matter how I try, I can't help but be
i'm might be cold as the tear drops
that're falling so i can't see