"An apple pie,
A bright blue sky,
A breezy meadow in July..
An ice cream bar,
A shooting star,
The sound of a steel guitar..
I love the sound of rain,
Wearing a hat and cane,
Tiffany window panes lovely to see..
Frost on a windowsill,
The feel of a dollar bill.
Vacations in Brazil feel me with glee..
I love the feel of grain,
The screams of a man in pain.
Blood coming down like rain showering me.
That everlasting thrill during the final kill,
Body dumped in a landfill, got off scott free."