Hey believe me, I have seen your sort before
You're all over history like dust on the kitchen floor
- Tell me more
You're lips are moving, you go on and on and on
And on and on
You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod but don't
Swing it at me
Cuz I heard you before when you said
There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding
You dress up for Armageddon
I dress up for summer.
Yeah!
Hey and now you got their attention
You know, you gotta keep 'em believing
But as a matter of fact, what they believe you're not
Believing no more - Tell tell tell tell tell tell me more
I hear you're one in a million - tell me more
But there's a million of you - tell, tell me more
You swing your rod, rod baby rod, rod but don't
Swing it at me
Its not for me, no I disagree
Cuz I heard you before when you said
There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding
You dress up for Armageddon
I dress up for summer.
Who is that man with the microphone?
Today he is here but tomorrow he is gone
But it's not for me on I disagree
And I heard you before when you said
There is a hole in your heart and it's bleeding
You dress up for Armageddon
I dress up for summer.
You fell tortured an filled with regret
You say life is void of meaning
Are they not sick of you yet?
Man that's, man that's such a bummer
Writer(s): Randy Fitzsimmons, Montgomery Fitzsimmons, Chip Fitzsimmons, Wilbur Fitzsimmons
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