O h, oh I love you
O h, 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
S moking dope and mowing lawns
And I hated all the new trends
M e and my friends sang, 'Woah.
Here's t o the middle of the road.
At least it's better than here.'
Looking for a cause
But all I got was Santa Claus
I' m hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere ov er the rainbow
Wa y up high, too scared to dream
B ut too dumb to die
M y daddy always was on strike
Going off with the teamsters
H e said that 'Everything will be alright.
Not every Sunday can be Easter.'
T he picket line screamed, 'Woah!'
Don't cr oss
Don't cross the line because
You'll be a scab, not a martyr!'
Looking for a cause
But all I got was camouflage
I' m hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere ov er the rainbow
Wa y up high, too scared to dream
B ut too dumb to, (hey)
Looking for a cause
But all I got was camouflage
I' m hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die
I feel like a cello
Lost somewhere ov er the rainbow
Wa y up high, too scared to dream
B ut too dumb to die

























