Well there's rights and wrongs and fightin' songs on both sides
And each day finds me changin' points of view
One says you've got to hurt to know the feeling
And another's fightin' feelings to get through

And I'm tired of hearing that same ol' story
'Bout where you've gotta stand to feel your pain
These days it's hard to find a hero
To help us helpless fool out of the rain

And my daddy was a golf pro up in Scarsdale
And he worked his tail off six days a week
You can't plant no taters with your golfclub
But them city boys would listen when he'd speak

And I'm tired of hearing that same ol' story
'Bout where you've gotta stand to feel your pain
And there's a truck stop on the wrong side of glory
And it's filled with fools waiting for a train
Hit it Joe

And I heard some cowboy singing 'bout his Indians
Pre-war, free bore, pre-faded Jeans
Like he thinks that there's a chance we wouldn't win again
If the whole world understood this song he sings

And I'm tired of hearing that same ol' story
'Bout where you've gotta stand to feel your pain
And I listened an he never did assure me
That he wasn't sellin' wholesale turquoise rings

Now the troops have all withdrawn from Southeast Asia
And the Swiss banks got the bullion left by Thieu
And we've rescued every blessed soul for savin'
And we'll adopt the ones that look like me and you

And I'm tired of hearing that same ol' story
And I wonder if I'll always feel the pain
God bless the ones that don't and do so much for those that do
And God damn the ones that keep this world insane