Meanie likes to go in town, check what's new when wheeling after dark, she swings by the park.
And maybe if the stars align, she will face some danger as a stealthy spy who is poised to die.
Well, it's all too cloudy to see beyond the street. It's all too cloudy before the meet and greets.
It's all too cloudy, the truth beneath your feet. No third eye clues to clue you until you hit the streets.
Now Noah woke up from a dream.
The Lord said, build an ark to save the human race.
He got in his face, well he couldn't understand it.
So he flipped a coin for a can of tuna or some nails.
Which one heads, which one tails?
Well, it's all too cloudy to see beyond the street.
It's all too cloudy before you meet and greet.
It's all too cloudy, the truth beneath your feet.
No third eye clues to clue you until you hit the streets.
Life here is a natural surprise, as long as we are servants on this plane.
Not so much in dreamland or when we die.
That's the time we really wake up to face no mystery.
The future is clear for all to see.
The future is clear for all to see.
Well, it's all too cloudy to see beyond the streets.
It's all too cloudy before you meet and greet.
It's all too cloudy, the truth beneath your feet.
No third eye clues to clue you until you hit the streets.
Well, it's all too cloudy to see beyond the streets.

It's all too cloudy to see beyond the streets.
It's all too cloudy before you meet and greet.
It's all too cloudy, the truth beneath your feet.
No third eye clues to clue you until you hit the sheets.