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Something about the world today
Makes a boy feel a bit insane
B
From daffodils to acid rain
To Antichrist on a tidal wave
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But that's all right, that's okay
I can look the other way
B
Upon a path of old primrose
Beyond the smoke and smoldering chrome
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And the Pentagon and the fall of Rome
There lies a place I might call home
B
With a couple of sticks and a couple of stones
I'll dig a pit and lay my bones