Too Much Joy - Worse lyrics

I don't sleep anymore Every pa**ing car just sounds like dropping bombs And I've read all the books You can see it in the stars and it's written on our palms That things are getting worse People are having shootouts in the middle of the road I feel like Harold in his hearse I gotta go to Idaho It's got me on all fours Generals running 'round like crazy dinosaurs In the USA We've got freedom for sale every day Planets are lining up California's gonna slide into the sea It's the third great woe It's the thousand-year peace (Spin your partner while you can) No one wants to hear Spoon-feed me the good news forget about the rest Lemmings never fear I repeat, this is only a test I'm much better now I was down there for awhile, I guess I saw the light Oh, it was crazy, anyhow It's no worse than before, I guess you folks were right Yeah, I'm much better now Pa** me the chips, turn up the radio I guess I saw the light It's five more miles 'til we get to Idaho