Feelings like this can't be wrong And too much of a good thing is a good thing And we've got a good thing going on Smiles in the morning as warm as sunshine Kisses when I lay down at night And two loving arms to console me I should be scared it's so

Why do they always send the poor? Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking