Wh... what do you mean what was my childhood like? What difference does that make? My childhood was messed up, so what? Everybody's childhood is messed up This is the nineties. You find me one person that had it right What does that got to do with me rhymin'? What's left? Now when my mother died, I had to take it in stride There ain't room for pride in watching your father cry And dad made it until maybe a year later When they found his suicide inside of a grain elevator Got over it, I had no other opposites or options Thought about whether or not mom and pop was watching Never bothered for caution, no time for fear So my folks care-free for most my early years And I learned from it, turned nuhhhhh! so many corners Storm my burning sun waiting for the world to plumb it Finished growing up under my uncle's roof, He taught me how to count, all the way up to 100 proof. >From watching him, I learned how to gather nurishiment Living off from different women that he had to nurture him And on the surface I became a normal free teen More afraid of nuclear war then state my TV stinks My best friend was my TV, gameshows and cartoons Subsituted for puppies rainbows and balloons Now here I am, the shy type And I think I'm doing all right Considering what it was like within my life It's all sunshine, It's nothing but sunshine It's all sunshine, It's nothing but sunshine It's nothing but sunshine... Now it's been 17 summers since I've seen my mother But every night I see her smile inside my dreams When I was younger, I didn't actually see the accident happen But every night I see her smile as if a shadow's against the screens I can only imagine Dad's internal reaction Straint, infernal burning baloney his brain Once it takes to make the man that owns achres of land Abandon the family plan, he drowns himself in his grains I'm glad I left that farm in northern Minnesota Where the time moves slower and the winters are colder Became a city boy where everybody acts like they hold off Where they stick to themselves and keep a chip on his shoulder 26 years of age, no longer full of rage I think it's safe to say that I turned the page of my childhood days Look Ma! I'm a productive member of society! When I'm drunk I make noise, but otherwise I live quietly And on the weekend I go back up north to reminisce Remember what it was like pretending to be a kid Late at night I walk the fields, and lurk in the shadows to get even with life by murdering cattle MUHHHHHHHHH... MUHHHHHHHHH... "Come here, yeah! Come here! Yeah! Yeah! Uhhhh... I got sunshiiiiiiiine... on a clouddddddy dayyyyyyy... when it's cold outsiddddddde... I got a month in Mayyy..." It's all sunshine, It's nothing but sunshine It's all sunshine, It's nothing but sunshine (and I'm gonna be alright, you're gonna be alright you ain't gotta hold my hand, just walk with me tonight...) It's nothing but sunshine! It's nothing but sunshine! and I'm gonna be alright You're gonna be alright You ain't gotta hold my hand Just walk with me tonight...