Lyrics:

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 (intro to chorus 1) 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 (chorus) 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 (intro to chorus 2) 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 (chorus) (solo) (intro to chorus 1) (chorus)