F# Something about the world today Makes a boy feel a bit insane B From daffodils to acid rain To Antichrist on a tidal wave F# But that's all right, that's okay I can look the other way B Upon a path of old primrose Beyond the smoke and smoldering chrome F# And the Pentagon and the fall of Rome There lies a place I might call home B With a couple of sticks and a couple of stones I'll dig a pit and lay my bones