Grandpa
I'm the picture of health
I'm called the evil one
We start a new religion
Now the fun's begun
Got the sex-beat from the Thunder T's
Got voodo from our stars
We got a deadly weapon
We call it Bri's guitar
Chorus
There's a method to my madness
It's something only time will tell
There's a method to my madness
Look inside my hell
When we got a message
They try and stop our song
Subliminal suggestions
You learned to play along
Once I lit a cigarette
They threw me in a cell
I think the hotel's burning
I hear those siren's y
If The Wind Could Blow My Troubles Away
If the wind could blow my troubles away
I would stand in a hurricane
Get washed away in the drivin' rain
If the wind could blow my troubles away
Blow my troubles away
If the wind could blow my troubles away
Tear the sadness from my face
I'd look in the mirror
I wouldn't see a trace
If the wind could blow my troubles away
Blow my troubles away
If the wind could blow my troubles away
See me stand with a smilin' face
Clothes all flappin' all over the place
If the wind could blow my troubles away
Blow my troubles away
If the wind could blow my troubles away
I would stand in a hurricane
Get washed away in the drivin' rain
If the wind could blow my troubles away
Blow my troubles away