Violence makes me sleepy
Everyone is creepy
Happiness makes me weepy
Because it’s an illusion

I sensed your confusion
Exposed your delusion
Pardon my intrusion
To your fantasy land

You made your last stand
Held up both your hands
Lost your list of demands
And decided to participate

You’re a little late
To this finished debate
About inherited traits
And we were so, so wrong

Why can’t we get along?
My head’s so full of your songs
I’m hearing it all day long
This cliff is making me leapy