There isn´t enough of me well,
Theres way too much of you
I think I saw some happy people yesterday & that´ll never do.
Theres never too much violence,
Aint it time we had a war
You leave on your shirt & I will be skins
And we will go flying through the door
(intro to chorus 1)
These are violent times
And I only wanna do my part,
To sink to hatreds depths & smile at what we have all become
(chorus)
I need understanding,
Just a pack or two,
To help me with my troubles, & what to do´s
I do not feel no raging,
There aint nothing new,
Drop me in the ocean,
And pain´t me blue.
I do not have a worry,
I do not have a care,
I do not have a sound piece of mind,
But I manage to fare
I do not like neighbors,
Well they are just not my kind
And I think it might be all for the whales,
And I really don´t mind
(intro to chorus 2)
If these are the golden yeahrs,
Then I think it is time to cash them in
To sit in our rocking chairs
And talk about the good old days
(chorus)
(solo)
(intro to chorus 1)
(chorus)
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