On a lazy summer afternoon - in the year of 79       
while trying to drown my sorrows - smokin dube and drinking wine       
         
In the room burst my drunk father - and not much to my surprize,  We got in a fight and I ended up - being pulled by the neck outside       
         
And I found it quite Ironic - as he was choking off my air,       
that it was then that I noticed just how sweet - was the smell of the Oregon air       
         
so I took the time to ponder - while being drug down the front porch stairs       
of how the sky looked so much bluer - as he was pulling out my hair       
         
and how Ironic, was my last thought - before being knocked out by that rock       
that I'd had to get beat - before being able to see       
         
It really was a lovely day