Текст песни Poison

I once thought I did know all about it Since the rain falls, the wind blows and the sun shines Don't You know that your creator is running out of ideas I know that I might die from poison Invisible hanging there in the sunshine And don't you know that your creator is running out of ideas If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour Be glad that he don't wanna be your enemy For don't you know that your creator is running out of ideas. [**Version from "Birthday Blues"]