CYCLONE RAYMOND I can't love you honey When my world is coming to an end It's hard to show affection With a shotgun pointing to my head Your daddy's breaking things He's spreading his wings And the walls of the world they are falling Like a science fiction story He's making all his money With his digging damning and his dynamiting But I don't think it's funny That he can take the party out of Saturday night (Repeat) It's hard to show respect For a man who doesn't care Whose toes he's stepping on There are some things you can never repair When you break them they are gone ... forever ... falling ... falling ... falling ... falling (Repeat) He's covering our tracks and breaking all the shells Where we made those happy memories Whenever I go back to where I used to dwell I don't know the place it used to be green ... falling ...falling ... falling