Every year I think I'm in the clear I think I've outgrown the weakness the seasonal meekness The sad result of this genetic default Making eyes red and raw and my nose a fucking faucet Spring has sprung yes and I'm a believer In the beauty of new growth and the hell of hay fever Take the potential of enjoying new nature And trade it away into a pocket full of wet balled up toilet paper In between sneezing reality rings true Confronted with the fact that Mother Nature hates you How dare she?!? That's what I ask How dare she let me suffer after all I've done for her Action groups, preservation societies Who wants to save what they can't enjoy? Cause while you're pitching your camp stall I'll be itching my eyeballs Enjoying your lawn? I'll be downstairs with the fan and the humidifier on
Get down airborne bastard
I've tried them all Hydrasense Clariton Allegra Benedril Chloro-Tripilon I've tried homeopathy giving up dairy Please! These aren't remedies I'd rather choke on my own snot than live a live without cheese I don't even know what it is Is it the pollen or the grass or the dust or the popular fluff falling? I'm only happy when the rest of you blests are complaining Yah I'm a downright smug son of a bitch when it raining I'm tired of the pity or being bemoaned I'm tired of people asking if I'm sick or if I'm stoned
Get down airborne bastard
I know it's not that simple there's a deeper reason For the depth in our suffering the growing season The world is reborn the flower the birds It's all a humiliating twist of the knife With the under the nose chafing the itching the aching It's like you're allergic to life! So think of us that's all I'm saying When you're in the outside world inhaling Think of the thousands pale and exhausted Huddled around empty Kleenex boxes And trust we are plotting revenge without limit On the air that you breathe and all the shit in it