| Guess I thought this time of life would be different
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| Thought I could cruise into my golden years
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| But I just can’t seem to put my mind at rest
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| 'Cause I don’t believe my eyes, I don’t believe my ears
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| The willful ignorance across the nation
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| The screaming yahoos that rage on every station
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| It makes me crazy and I’m too old for this
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| Folks in this country used to strive to be better
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| Work to be smarter so they could understand
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| Now we idolize the clueless and the mean
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| It’s hip to be stupid, just wear the right brand
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| I sound like a geezer but it’s a disgrace
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| Try to discuss it and they get all in your face
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| It’s raining morons and I’m too old for this
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| Too old to see the lack of compassion
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| Too old to watch it go out of fashion
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| So easy just to condescend and smirk
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| When I know I’ve got to do the work
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| So I do what I have to do
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| Fancy churches preaching 'hate thy neighbor'
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| Corporate lies growing louder every day
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| Folks too scared to know they’re being taken
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| TV news is poison but we just can’t turn away
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| Too many enemies; |
| almost no friends
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| Read your history, this is how it always ends
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| It’s sad and ugly and I’m too old for this
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| Too old to watch the men we elected
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| Sit on their hands when it’s change we expected
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| So hard to keep the bigotry out of my head
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| So hard not to wish some people dead
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| I got to keep a hold on myself
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| Don’t want this anger; |
| I got to stay clear
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| Too much to do before I get out of here
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| I still believe in peace but I’m too old for this
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| Too old to be a knee-jerk reactor
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| Too old to let my judgment be a factor
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| Dylan said do not go gentle into that good night
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| He said rage against the dying of the light
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| But I don’t wanna fight
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| I’ll stick with love, beautiful thunder
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| Someone who keeps his cool always makes 'em wonder
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| I’ll work to search out the best part of me that I can
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| And maybe find some kinda better man
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| Then I’ll do what I have to do |