my next one-hit-wonder

this is what happens if a) you are bored, and b) you cut and paste a random bunch of lyrics from several different songs you like together into something that might not make alot of sense.

now if you're going to san francisco
be sure to wear flowers in your hair
we're gonna snowball scranton
i hope to see you on there
its the edge of the world all of western civilization

I got an e-mail from you today
With a poem that you wrote
you said you'd be my fly on the wall
wrecking ball, wake up call
cigarette smoke and Junkies dope

now the sky resembles a black-lit canopy
with holes punched in it
I'm counting UFO's
I'm signaling them with my lighter
Life isn't made what you have in mind

the world's a rollercoast and i'm not strapped in
maybe i should hold with care
but my hands are busy in the air sayin
we'll have Halloween on Christmas
i wish you were here