A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours

. .

Oh, hello

I am the ghost of troubled Joe

Hung by his pretty white neck

Some eighteen months ago

I traveled to a mystical time zone

And I missed my bed

And I soon came home

They said, "there's too much caffeine

In your bloodstream

And a lack of real spice in your life"

I said, "Leave me alone

Because I'm alright, dad

Surprised to still be on my own"

Oh, but don't mention love

I'd hate the strain of the pain again

A rush and a push and the land that

We stand on is ours

It has been before so it shall be again

And people who are uglier than you and I

They take what they need and just leave

Oh, but don't mention love

I'd hate the pain of the strain all over again

A rush and a push and the land that

We stand on is ours

It has been before, so why can't it be now?

And people who are weaker than you and I

They take what they want from life

Oh, but don't mention love

No, no, don't mention love!

A rush and a push and the land that

We stand on is ours

Your youth may be gone

But you're still a young man

So phone me, phone me

So phone me, phone me, phone me

Oh, I think I'm in love

Oh, I think I'm in love

Oh, I think I'm in love, think I'm in love