Blessed be the ones who got it right
For theirs is the monopoly
On the only afterparty
That's worth goin' to
Peace be with the ones who see the light
And charge the rest of us admission
To somethin' that we're missin'
They call critical
My comin' of age
While I'm calm and deranged
Well I'm missing the point entirely
What if God so loved
Middle-class America
That he sent his one and only gun
To wage the war on drugs
And whosoever stands
Where the party line demands
We'll get to say I told ya so
When all of us are dead
Blessed be the kids who grew up quick
Behind artificial fences
And tranquilize offenses
Like their parents do
Peace be with the man who never quits
Until he's havin' his first heart attack
From an unexpected market crash at 42
My comin' of age
While I'm calm and deranged
While I'm missing the point entirely
What if God so loved
Middle-class America
That he sent his one and only gun
To wage the war on drugs
And whosoever stands
Where the party line demands
We'll get to say I told ya so
When all of us are dead
What if God so loved
Middle-class America
That he sent his one and only gun
To wage the war on drugs
And whosoever stands
Where the party line demands
We'll get to say I told ya so
When all of us are dead
They'll get to say I told ya so
When all of us are dead
