The Trouble With You And Me My

O' Beautiful For Spacious Skies But Now Those Skies Are Threatening They're Beating Plowshares Into Swords For This Tired Old Man That We Elected King Armchair Warriors Often Fail And We've Been Poisoned By These Fairy Tales The Lawyers Clean Up All Details Since Daddy Had To Lie But I Know A Place Where We Can Go And Wash Away This Sin We'll Sit And Watch The Clouds Roll By And The Tall Grass Wave In The Wind Just Lay Your Head Back On The Ground And Let Your Hair Spill All Around Me Offer Up Your Best Defence But This Is The End This Is The End Of The Innocence

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.

In The Old Days, Words Like Sin And Satan Had A Moral Certitude. Today, They're Replaced With Self-help Jargon, Words Like Dysfunction And Antisocial Behavior, Discouraging Any Responsibility For One's Actions.

I Don't Care What Anybody Says About Ringo. I Cut My Rock-n-roll Teeth Listening To Him.