There's not enough of me well,

There's way too much of you

I think I saw some happy people yesterday and that'll never do.

There's never too much violence,

Ain't it time we had a war

You leave on your shirt and I'll be skins

And we'll go flying through the door



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These are violent times

And I only want to do my part,

To sink to hatreds depths and smile at what we've all become



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I need understanding,

Just a pack or two,

To help me with my troubles, and what to do's

I don't feel no raging,

There ain't nothing new,

Drop me in the ocean,

And paint me blue.



I don't have a worry,

I don't have a care,

I don't have a sound piece of mind,

But I manage to fare

I don't like neighbors,

Well they're just not my kind

And I think it might be all for the whales,

And I really don't mind



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If these are the golden years,

Then I think it's time to cash them in

To sit in our rocking chairs

And talk about the good old days



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(intro to chorus 1)

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