Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
Sing it to me now...
Sail on silvergirl,
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forget it, any way I can.
We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand