Umbrellas in the sun Many people dying with their young It's always umbrellas in the sun And mister john, he wears his cologne And he's weeping his song Boy you should be careful, Generous and grateful Don't keep me waiting You won't hear me complaining 'Bout the state of perpetual bliss Where those who lose are winning And all the children singing On and on, and it feels like a kiss Still you want it like this Many people dying with their young It's always umbrellas... In the sun In the sun In the sun Here there, makes no sense Figure out your own way Mister john and his song, they are here to stay God is here, god is there, god's for sure you know? Win some, build a home, buy yourself some fine doors, Kill for your god, it's heroic, you're not a vigilante And i find it in the books i shed And it's not so hard to figure it And i find it so damn sickening And it finally starts to ricochet And i shout it, and i shout it