Oh, oh, I luv you, Oh, oh, I do, I got a sentimental illness for you
Please don't go away, oh yeah!!
I was a high school atom bomb, Goin' off on the weekends, Smokin' dope and mowin' lawns, And I hated all the new trends
Me and my friends sang, Woah-uh-oh-oh-oh woah-uh-oh! Here's to the middle of the road, At least it's better than here
Lookin' for a cause, But all I got was Santa Claus, I am hangin' on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello, Lost somewhere over the rainbow, Way up high, too scared to dream, But too dumb to die
My daddy always was on strike, Goin' off with the teamsters
He said that everythin' will be alright, Not every Sunday can be Easter, The picket line screamed, Woah-uh-oh-oh-oh woah-uh-oh
Don't cross, don't cross the line, Because you'll be a scab, not a martyr
Lookin' for a cause, But all I got was Camouflage, I am hangin' on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello, Lost somewhere over the rainbow, Way up high, too scared to dream, But too dumb to...
Lookin' for a cause, But all I got was Camouflage, I am hangin' on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello, Lost somewhere over the rainbow, Way up high, too scared to dream, But too dumb to die
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