THINK TOO HARD

You think too hard
You feel too little
Listen to me I’ve been caught in the middle
You left the band just to play your fiddle

I know her
Recognized by her boots and spurs
Recognized by the bodies in her path

Sweet Adeline
Adds a touch of her mommy's wine
Adds a touch of the blood watch the colors curl
And then we take it down to Madam Rue
And you been saying for years
Just what that gypsy can do

Now we've thought so hard
We felt so little
Table for two put us right in the middle
Forget the band Bend over the fiddle
And baskets of care
Another basket of polluted air
Another drug, another dance craze, one more dare

Ship of fools
The last boat left without its rules
Left without its captain and his gun
Now everyday we stare into the sun
Maybe our vision's gone
But we're not as inclined to run

Now you think too hard
You feel too little
Listen to me I’ve been caught in the middle
There's only room for one lead fiddle

The sphinx is mad
They solved his riddle
You better watch out cause you know that kid'll
Give you too much and just a little bit'll
Send you down the middle
With your fiddles and your riddles
And bring you down
Bring you back to the sacred ground
Bring you back to where your bodies lie

This is the end
I've run out of words to send
Back to the troops left behind the lines
They'll have to find their gods on their own
Can't you see there's just no meat left on this bone

Now you think too hard
You feel too little
Look at me right in the middle
Think too hard
Felt much too little
One more time left in the middle
Thought too hard
Felt so little
Rock & Roll's left in the middle


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