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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
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 my neighbors, well they're just not my kind
and i think it might be all for the whales, and i really don't mind
If these are the golden years, when i think it's time to cash them in
to sit in our rocking chairs, and talk about the good old days
Repeat chorus
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
Repeat chorus