Ball Soup

I've just been out in the bright hot sun So f*ck everything and f*ck everyone I'm staying inside until the sun has died I love when its foggy, I like when it hails I dislike the summer and all it entails Sweating my balls off It's pissing me right off I want a weather machine That only I control I got folks working on it You can't say you weren't told I want a weather machine So my environment Doesn't make me so god damned violent I want a weather machine I want a weather machine Nobody will ever want to live next to me If I've got a weather machine And when I go to the beach, I like it wide and flat With a strong stiff breeze, imagine that With thunderclouds and lightning And all the sun-bunnies have head for the hills Their going to curse my name and flash me the evils But I don't care, cos they're not here I want a weather machine So I don't sweat so much From the tip of my head to the balls of my crotch I want a weather machine So at the flick of a switch I can turn the heat down pretty damned quick I want a weather machine I want a weather machine No one'll want to live next to me When I've got a weather machine I like the sun when it's bright but it got no strength You can still see your breath, its heaven sent It's very Christmassy And that's the very best you'll get from me I want a weather machine I want a weather machine Nobody will want to live next to me When I've got a weather machine I want a weather machine Oh yeah, I want a weather machine Don't care if nobody lives next to me Cos I've got a weather machine