Heath McNease
Common Cold
Verse 1:Hands where my eyes can see themSorta like it's Woodstock circa 1979, my peopleThe vibe is peacefulI kinda see a yellow submarine color scheme, never mind the reasonLucy's in the sky with her dilated eyesWhile the rocking horse people eat marshmallow piesNot telling liesNeither the revolution nor impending apocalypse gets televisedAnd I'll be sitting in the press box TwitteringStatus updates, current moods illegitimateI came to soften the hearts of the hardest hitAnarchists and arsonists barking at the parsonageKill with kindness, let 'em remind usMeek learn, cheek turn, opposite of spinlessBut if I turn and you strike againThen me and you are stepping out my friendIt's a true tale, the cool heads prevailBut don't think I don't speak alpha maleChorus:I got a cure for the common coldIt's a heart of goldDon't stop where the bombs are soldA cure for the cancerThe gold standardLetras de cancionesAmmo is not the answerVerse 2:I want less, less practicalLess best friends buried at Arlington NationalLess, less dystopiaLess bumper sticker religion and less mass opiatesLess post Alexander dripsVain attempts to treat this like a game of RiskLess dictators, less invadersLess sensational haters and post eugenical racistsLess of my own opinionsLess of my ego and cold intentionsLess of my me first, less of my knee jerkReticent veteran, the pessimism needs workAnd I'm never gonna settle for lessThan the breah of Jacob's God in my chestNo, I'm never gonna settle for lessThan Lucy in the sky with her fancy dressBridge:You want an answer, how 'bout a panzer?You want action?Cue par cans and the cameraEverybody smile for the camera
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