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And I don′t wanna go to war
And I don't wanna have to fight
′Cause I don't wanna be right
I don't wanna be right

So swerve a little in the road
The curve will take your cruise control
Or you could hit the ghost pine
I can see the headline

"Poor tree, man died"


Or maybe we move slow
Or we don′t even go?
Or maybe we should fight
Somewhere in a field at night
Straw man coming for the scarecrow
Straw man coming for the scarecrow

No brains in the meadow

I was amenable, but this is petro-chemical
So now I need relief
You′re so ethereal, it's so immaterial
It beggars some belief
Yeah

No change, yes grief

Reading aloud your chapter and verse
It′s got me so beat down that I might order a hearse
I got no room and I feel all alone
Still it feels like you could eat me out of house and home

In my headline