Album: The Uninvited
One and one is two
Two and two are four
You and I are nothing
When you slam the door
Screaming and shouting
When is it gonna stop?
You kicked over my fish tank
The neighbors called the cops
This ain't no way for two post-adolescents to behave
We're both too stubborn to admit that we're the problem
So let's go for a trade
If I give you my Bottle of Thunder
Will you give me your bag full of rain?
If I give you the clouds in my pocket
Will you tell me you love me again?
I stepped on your toes
You stepped on my pride
We drew a line down the bedroom floor and
The both of us took sides
You won't say I'm sorry
I won't say I'm wrong
Well, somebody better say something soon
Or this ain't gonna last too long
This ain't The Lucy Show
And it damn sure ain't The Brady Bunch
We've got a problem
Do you think you've got an answer?
Well, I think I've got a hunch
For a bottle of thunder
For a bag full of rain