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lyrics: J. Morse © 1983 Argue with me over theology Why do they always think you're right? They say the end is coming All they do is stir up fright At the same time, I'm sick of hearing "God is dead" Why don't they get a few new thoughts in their head? We all have our own ways of dealing with shit And I don't want to hear any more of it Argue with me over philosophy Debate and ask, "What's our purpose in life?" Questions grow, we don't know Don't bother me, go ask the wife But I tell ya, I'm sick of hearing "Why are we here?" More important things to ask, problems more near I don't even want to hear any more I'm getting tired, there's the door Argue with me the effects of history Society's gone around the bend Look between the lines, can you see the signs? Feel all the wounds we try to mend Oh, shut up, I'm sick of hearing "History never repeats" Napoleon and Hitler suffered much the same defeats I don't want to discuss it anymore Can't you see the signs pointing to the door? |