Too Dumb To Die

Oh, oh - I love you
Oh, oh - I do
I got a sentimental illness for you
Please don't go away, oh yeah.

I was a high school atom bomb
Going off on the weekends
Smoking dope and mowing lawns
And I hated all the new trends.

Me and my friends sang
Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh
It's true, the middle of the road
At least it's better than here.

Looking for a cause
Well all I got was Santa Clause
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to die.

My daddy always was on strike
Going off with the teamsters
He said that everything will be alright
Not every Sunday can be Easter.

The Picket-Line screamed
Woh-uh-oh-oh-oh
Don't cross, don't cross the line
Because you'll be a scab, not a martyr.

Looking for a cause
Well all I got was Camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to...

Looking for a cause
Well all I got was Camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dream
But too dumb to die.