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I'd rather watch movie stars get fat
I'd rather hang up the flag and be done with it
I'd rather keep the frenzy and the fire out of my mind
I'd rather take sides in an argument
I'd rather crank up the bass in a dark basement
I'd rather leave the mobs and the murder in a distant land
Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in in
My vote's a bed and a football pool
Five on the red and six on the blue
Wake up, fool, this is no time for a shouting match
I smell blood and there's no blood around
Blanked out eyes and the blanked out sound
See them coming back, motionless, in an airport lounge
Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
You should be getting stoned with a prom dress girl
You should still believe in an endless world
You should (pass young cheesy?) in a parking lot
Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in