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music and lyrics by Paul Megna
We live like clones in our suburban homes substituting plastic to get by
You own the best now you want all the rest
And you don't think you're living a lie, No you don't think you're living a lie
You're not alone in that frustration zone waiting for the help that won't arrive
They come to kill from their house on the hill
And you don't think you're gonna survive, No you don't think you're gonna survive
I'M SICK AND TIRED OF FIGHTING
LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS WITH ME
DON'T BE STRUCK BY THE BULLET YOU'RE BITING
DON'T YOU WANT TO LIVE IN PEACE, DON'T YOU WANT TO DIE HAPPY
Those sticks and stones they might dislodge yr bones amputate the muscles learn to fly
I will not bend to the will of grave men
And I don't think that I'll even try, No I don't think that I'll even try
This age has grown like some fevered cyclone batten down the hatches in the sky
I'll be here still when the stars start to spill
Cause I don't think I'm ready to die, No I don't think we're ready to die
I'M SICK AND TIRED OF FIGHTING
LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS WITH ME
DON'T BE STRUCK BY THE BULLET YOU'RE BITING
DON'T YOU WANT TO LIVE IN PEACE, DON'T YOU WANT TO DIE HAPPY
You think you're better than everyone
I'M SICK AND TIRED OF FIGHTING
THERE IS NO REASON FOR WE ARE FREE
STUCK BY THE BULLETS WE'RE BITING
DON'T YOU WANT TO LIVE IN PEACE, DON'T YOU WANT TO DIE HAPPY
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PM - acoustic guitar, vocal
Konrad Meissner - drums
Don Piper - e. guitar, organ, a. guitar
Randi Russo - b. vocal
Ray Sapirstein - trumpet
Len Small - bass
Nick Stumpf - Rhodes, Wurlitzer
Lauren Weaver - cello
Kat Hayman, David LK Murphy, Brandon Wilde, Briana Winter - kid chorus


