Worse Lyrics & Chords By Too Much Joy

I don't sleep anymore
Every passing car just sounds like dropping bombs
And I've read all the books
You can see it in the stars and it's written on our palms

That things are getting worse
People are having shootouts in the middle of the road
I feel like Harold in his hearse
I gotta go to Idaho

It's got me on all fours
Generals running round like crazy dinosaurs
In the USA
We've got freedom for sale every day

Planets are lining up
California's gonna fall into the sea
It's the third great woe
It's the thousand year peace

No one wants to hear
Spoon feed me the good news forget about the rest
Lemmings never fear
I repeat this is only a test

I'm much better now
I was down there for a while, I guess I saw the light
It was crazy, anyhow
No worse than before, I guess you folks were right

Yeah, I'm much better now
Pass me the chips, turn up the radio
I guess I saw the light
It's five more minutes 'til we get to Idaho