[00:00.00] 作曲 : Goff, Stanley, Thomas, Yale
[00:18.54]There's not enough of me well,
[00:22.47]There's way too much of you
[00:27.33]I think I saw some happy people yesterday and that'll never do.
[00:36.00]There's never too much violence,
[00:38.64]Ain't it time we had a war
[00:44.85]You leave on your shirt and
[00:46.32]I'll be skins
[00:47.19]And we'll go flying through the door (intro to chorus 1)
[00:55.41]These are violent times
[01:04.23]And I only want to do my part,
[01:04.89]To sink to hatreds depths and smile at what we've all become (chorus)
[01:12.27]I need understanding,
[01:15.39]Just a pack or two,
[01:16.98]To help me with my troubles, and what to do's
[01:29.88]I don't feel no raging,
[01:30.48]There ain't nothing new,
[01:30.90]Drop me in the ocean,
[01:40.77]And paint me blue.
[01:58.80]I don't have a worry,
[02:04.41]I don't have a care,
[02:05.28]I don't have a sound piece of mind,
[02:06.72]But I manage to fare
[02:13.32]I don't like neighbors,
[02:14.55]Well they're just not my kind
[02:17.85]And I think it might be all for the whales,
[02:24.75]And I really don't mind (intro to chorus 2)
[04:38.88]If these are the golden years,
[04:39.90]Then I think it's time to cash them in
[04:48.54]To sit in our rocking chairs
[04:49.23]And talk about the good old days (chorus) (solo) (intro to chorus 1) (chorus)

作曲 : Goff, Stanley, Thomas, Yale
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 (intro to chorus 1)
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,
Drop me in the ocean,
And paint me blue.
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 neighbors,
Well they're just not my kind
And I think it might be all for the whales,
And I really don't mind (intro to chorus 2)
If these are the golden years,
Then I think it's time to cash them in
To sit in our rocking chairs
And talk about the good old days (chorus) (solo) (intro to chorus 1) (chorus)