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It's guns and butter on Sunday
and arguments on Monday
We're broke and it's not payday
It's the first so happy May day
I'm too busy
to worry about the world...
There's other boots under my bed
I can't recall just what you said
The excuse was so good and grand
I even bought it and told my band
I'm too busy
to worry about the world...
I went back to unlock the door
I didn't live there anymore
We had to crawl in past the snake
and pick up all of our mistakes
I'm too busy
to worry about the world,
Just too busy
to worry about the world...