Death metal and disco

There are too many sad songs in the world
So fuck you, I ain't writing another one
Though there's plenty to talk about this time of year
Well if we all just believe in something
They say we'll never have to fear
When the morning comes and she's no longer here

There are so many pretty girls in the world
But fuck you, I won't marry another one
Thought there's plenty who will break you just the same
If I could only marry my mother
And have sex with lots of strangers
It'd be chicken soup and mornings without shame

Oh lord, you can strike me down
I'm just trying to sing the truth
Though you may not like the sound
Thank you for death metal and disco
By I'd trade 'em for the things I don't want to know

There are too many bloody wars in the world
So fuck you, I ain't starting another one
Though there's plenty reasons for a first strike
You know I'm not a real spiteful guy
But only fools say they don't mind
When another man's holding hands with his wife

Oh lord, you can strike me down
I'm just trying to sing the truth
Though you may not like the sound
Thank you for henry miller and thoreau
By I'd trade 'em for the things I don't want to know

There are so many hungry kids in the world
So fuck you, I ain't making another one
Though I'd love to see your face inside a child's
They say you don't know what you've got
Until what you've got is gone
So I'll hold on to you picture for a while

Oh lord, you can strike me down
I'm just trying to sing the truth
Though you may not like the sound
Thank you for len dykstra and shoeless joe
By I'd trade 'em for the things I don't want to know