Meet our band of merry men Shake the hand of every one We'll eat your food and steal your wives Buy us beers we're friends for life
We only shoot when shot at We give away what we don't need We live for fun and freedom We stamp out fear and greed
To create you must destroy Smash a glass and cry too much joy
We sleep on floors and live on crumbs We're a bunch of ugly bums A great idea when we were smashed Turning anger into cash
We ain't seen much But we don't starve We drive around In our mom's cars
To create you must destroy Smash a glass and cry too much joy To create you must destroy
Smash a glass and cry too much joy That's right, we're Too Much Joy
We're like the reverse Buddha 'Cause Buddha teaches you
To give up the things in this world, they only tie you down And Too Much Joy knows it's the opposite that is true It's the puddle of beer on the floor of the club that stinks That ties you to this world and makes you know you're alive It's only having two dollars to fill up your car with gas and ?
To create you must destroy Smash a glass and cry too much joy To create you must destroy Smash a glass and cry too much joy
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Roger Whittaker is a dweeb and his "music" is lamer almost than you would think would be possible even considering that it is written and performed for unbearably old and unbearably white people who've never really had a challenging artistic or political thought or moment in their lives --- but goddamn the lyrics of that song are sad as fuck and get me every time.
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"I'm in a bar with the games sound turned off and that Cespedes home run still sounded like inevitability."