Lletres: Kind Of Like Spitting. The Thrill Of The Hunt. You.

there's a place where everyone can be happy
it's the most beautiful place in the whole fuckin' world
it's made of candy canes and planes
and bright, red choo choo trains
and the meanest little boys
the most innocent little girls
and you know, I wish that I could go there
it's a road that I have not found
and I wish you the best of luck, dear,
drop a card or letter to my side of town

'cause there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend
but baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send
and you
painted my entire world
but I
don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
and I won't forget it

there's a place where everyone can be right
even though you remain determined to be opposed
admittance requires no qualifications
it's where everyone has been and where everybody goes
so please try not to be impatient
for we all hate standing in line
and when the farm is good and bought
you'll be there without a thought
and eternity my friend, is a long fuckin' time

'cause there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend
but baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send
and you
painted my entire world
but I
don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
and I won't forget it