Look out
The devil's new house has a 3-car garage
He wrestled the city in it's own mirage
I'll leave before I get burnt up
I moved up north to cool down some
I'd ride my bike and stay lonesome
But nestled in a city with long, long looks to the ground
I've been told
It's getting much warmer everywhere in the world
But know what?
The tempers are too
Guess what now Ma
It's getting much colder everywhere in the world
But so what?
The people are too
I moved out east of the oceans
But everywhere there had explosions
I held a white flag on a stick and said, Hey, call me Truce
Is there
A place that is sane and is quiet
I can't eat my healthier diet
And the people won't talk like TV
And I've been told
It's getting much warmer everywhere in the world
But know what?
The tempers are too
Guess what now Dad
It's getting much colder everywhere in the world
But so what?
The people are too
But I need some more time here
With you
We'll pack up our bags and just head for the ... yeah