Oh oh I love you. Oh oh I do. I got a sentimental illness for you. Please don't go away oh yeah. I was a high school atom bomb. Going off on the weekends. Smoking dope and mowing lawns. And I hated all the new trends. Me and my friends sang. "Woah!. Here's to the middle of the road!. At least it's better than here". Looking for a cause. But all I got was Santa Claus. I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die. I feel like a cello. Lost somewhere over the rainbow. Way up high too scared to dream. But too dumb to die. My daddy always was on strike. Going off with the teamsters. He said that "Everything will be alright. Not every Sunday can be Easter". The picket line screamed. "Woah!. Don't cross. Don't cross the line because. You'll be a scab not a martyr! ". Looking for a cause. But all I got was camouflage. I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die. I feel like a cello. Lost somewhere over the rainbow. Way up high. Too scared to dream. But too dumb to. Looking for a cause. But all I got was camouflage. I'm hanging on a dream that's too dumb to die. I feel like a cello. Lost somewhere over the rainbow. Way up high too scared to dream. But too dumb to die