VERSE 1:
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
C G F N.C. Cadd9 F Cadd9 F
Drop me in the ocean, and paint me blue
VERSE 2:
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
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