Lyrics by Matt Kerstein

I was standing on the hood,
Of an old parked car,
Singing at the top of my lungs.
And though I was rude,
‘Cause you misunderstood my mood,
In my mind,
I was the bleeding welcome wagon.

I’ll admit I was scared,
That our lives could grow boring,
Let’s try and recapture,
Some of our former glory.

Why do you force me,
To keep choosing sides,
Seems we’ve been through it all before,
Keeping the peace or fighting the war,
Marching on Washington,
Or minding the store.

I’m gonna continue my one-man revolution,
Against the decay of the universe,
And the cooling of the stars.