Common Cold

[Verse 1] Hands where my eyes can see them Sorta like it's Woodstock circa 1979, my people The vibe is peaceful I kinda see a yellow submarine color scheme, never mind the reason Lucy's in the sky with her dilated eyes While the rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies Not telling lies Neither the revolution nor impending apocalypse gets televised And I'll be sitting in the press box Twittering Status updates, current moods illegitimate I came to soften the hearts of the hardest hit Anarchists and arsonists barking at the parsonage Kill with kindness, let 'em remind us Meek learn, cheek turn, opposite of spineless But if I turn and you strike again Then me and you are stepping out my friend It's a true tale, the cool heads prevail But don't think I don't speak alpha male [Hook] I got a cure for the common cold It's a heart of gold Don't stop where the bombs are sold A cure for the cancer The gold standard Ammo is not the answer [Verse 2] I want less, less practical Less best friends buried at Arlington National Less, less dystopia Less bumper sticker religion and less mass opiates Less post Alexander drips Vain attempts to treat this like a game of Risk Less dictators, less invaders Less sensational haters and post eugenical racists Less of my own opinions Less of my ego and cold intentions Less of my me first, less of my knee jerk Reticent veteran, the pessimism needs work And I'm never gonna settle for less Than the breath of Jacob's God in my chest No, I'm never gonna settle for less Than Lucy in the sky with her fancy dress [Bridge] You want an answer, how 'bout a panzer? You want action? Cue par cans and the camera Everybody smile for the camera