Author: Otto S. Fishbein

It’s so deep, it’s so wide, you’re inside synchronicity/Effect without a cause, subatomic laws, Sunday Comics y’all, synchronicity!

Sunday Comics from morning ’til night/Dance low, pat, and I’m feeling all right.

Back from the shadows again, back to where an Indian’s your friend/Where Sunday Comics are seen, and you can pee right into the stream/We’re back from the shadows again

Catch the mist, catch the myth, catch the mystery, catch the drift/The world is, the world is, Sunday Comics are deep/Maybe as his skies are wide, today’s Tom Sawyer, he gets by on you.

Watch it burn, reluctantly he leaves/Watch it burn, Sunday Comics make him wheeze/Watch it burn, humming “Sherry,” splits the scene

Roll out that special head/This is our favorite one/Please don’t try to read/Don’t read the Sunday Comics

“I’m not one who makes believe, I know that leaves are green. They only change to brown when autumn comes around. I know just what I say, today’s not yesterday, and all things have an ending.”

If you like Sunday Comics, and getting caught in the rain
If you´re not into Garfield, if you have half a brain
If you like making fun of Crankshaft, reading Dune at the cape
We’re the comics you´ve looked for, look for us, and escape

Clocks on the wall, Sunday Comics on the wrist/It’s the moments we relive, it’s the moments like this/When it’s time to get ill, we be so ahead of time/It’s the moments we achieve, best believe it’s the moments