Doobie brothers wondering what to do next
When joy and sorrow of this life, they get too much to take,
come we will walk the leafy roads, and lie beside a lake.
Come let's find a fault or two in every single thing.
What's not written in green or gold is not the stuff to sing.
When pearly gates of preach and hate tell us thou shall not pass,
it's then that you go pour more booze and I go mow some grass.
Find an edge to sit upon, and smoke up and go down -
Come let's make the most of it, while GOD is out of town.
Come let's find a windy shore and sit beside the sea.
The noisy bit of fear and fit is not for you and me.
We're the kind who try to find some reason and some rhyme,
but you and I run out of patience, they run out of time.
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