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