Intro: 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 Though there's plenty who will break you just the same If i could only marry mother and have sex with a lot of strangers It'd be chicken soup and mornings without shame. O lord you can strike me down I'm just trying to sing the truth O you may not like the sound Thank you for Death metal and Disco But I'd trade 'em for the things I don't wanna know There are too many bloody wars in the world So fuck you I ain't starting another one Though there's plenty of 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 O lord you can strike me down I'm just trying to sing the truth O you may not like the sound Thank you for Henry Miller and ThorouX But I'd trade 'em for the things I don't wanna know There are too many hungry kids in the world So fuck you I ain't making another one Though I'd like to see your face inside a child They say you don't know what you've got Until what you've got is gone So I'll hold onto your picture for awhile O lord you can strike me down I'm just trying to sing the truth O you may not like the sound Thank you for Len Dykstra and Shoeless Joe But I'd trade 'em for the things I don't wanna know