Oh, oh I l ove you
Oh, oh I d o
I got a sentimental i llness for you
Please don't go aw ay, 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, 'Woah.
Here's to the middle of the road.
At least it's better than here.'
Looking for a cause
But a ll I got was Santa Claus
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to d ie
I feel like a cello
Lo st somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dr eam
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, 'Woah!'
Don't cross
Don't cross the line because
You'll be a scab, not a martyr!'
Looking for a cause
But a ll I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to d ie
I feel like a cello
Lo st somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dr eam
But too dumb to, (hey)
Looking for a cause
But a ll I got was camouflage
I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to d ie
I feel like a cello
Lo st somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high, too scared to dr eam
But too dumb to die
