hey joe

Bleachers

Baby town dreamin' on the Fourth of July
Touchin' herself to the stars in the sky
The stars in the sky made her blind, hey, what a riot

Father's father called him "big man" when he missed
It's that '50s kinda shit that trickles down to the kids
So we tried giving peace a chance
but didn't know what it is

And now we're patiently awaiting for some light to come in
To shake the living hell out of what we became
We're frightened of the old and we're tired of the young
Guess the one-trick ponies got us singin' along, "Hey Joe"

One, two, one, two, three, four

Some thought about the Ken Burns Vietnam doc
From Pete hunting in the delta to the last one to drop
To my father and his friends
at the Ho Chi Minh trail gift shop

They're cryin', "So long, Bobby" on their Jersey sheets
Scared to get behind anything they believe
'Cause they blew the revolution
in their thirties tryin' to plant some seeds

And, yeah, they're patiently awaiting
for some light to come in
To shake the living hell out of what it became
Frightened of the State, but too tired to run
Guess these one-trick ponies got us singin' along, "Hey Joe"

One, two, one, two, three, four

Hey, Joe, what do you know?
We're off the bridge and we're out of control
Oh, hey, Joe, what is it called? That's right
Givin' up a piece of you to let go
Hey, Joe, what do you know?
We're off the bridge all Marilyn Monroe
Oh, hey, Joe, what is it called? That's right
Givin' up a piece of you to let go