Hey Joe
Baby town dreaming on the Fourth of July
Touching herself to the stars in the sky
The stars in the sky made her blind, hey, what a riot
And father's father called him "big man" when he missed
It's that '50s kinda sh*t that trickles down to the kids
So we tried giving peace a chance, but didn't know what it is
And now we're patiently awaiting for some light to come in
To shake the living hell out of what we became
We're frightened of the old, and we're tired of the young
Guess the one-trick ponies got us singin' along, "Hey Joe!"
One, two
One, two, three, four
Some thoughts about the Ken Burns Vietnam doc
From Pete Hunting in the delta to the last one to drop
To my father and his friends at the Ho Chi Minh Trail gift shop
They're crying, "So long, Bobby" on the jersey sheets
Scared to get behind anything they believe
'Cause they blew the revolution in their 30s, tryna plant some seeds
And yeah, they're patiently awaiting for some light to come in
To shake the living hell out of what it became
They're frightened of the state but too tired to run
Guess these one-trick ponies got us singin' along, "Hey Joe!"
One, two
One, two, three, four
Hey Joe, what do you know?
We're off the bridge, and we're out of control
Oh, hey Joe, what is it called? That's right
"Giving up a piece of you to let go"
Hey Joe, what do you know?
We're off the bridge, all Marilyn Monroe
Oh, hey Joe, what is called? That's right
"Giving up a piece of you to let go"
