And I don't wanna go to war

And I don't wanna have to fight

'Cause I don't wanna be right

I don't wanna be right

So swerve a little in the road

The curve will take your cruise control

Or you could hit the ghost pine

I can see the headline

"Poor Tree, Man Died"

Or maybe we move slow?

Or we don't even go?

Or maybe we should fight somewhere in a field at night?

Straw man coming for the scarecrow

Straw man coming for the scarecrow

"No Brains in the Meadow"

I was amenable, but this is petro-chemical

So now I need relief

You're so ethereal

It's so immaterial

It beggars some belief (Yeah)

"No Change, Yes Grief"

Reading aloud your chapter and verse

It's got me so beat down that I might order a hearse

I got no room and I feel all alone

Still it feels like you could eat me out of house and home

In my headline