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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  (solo)
  (intro to chorus 1)
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