text: Oh-oh, I love you, oh-oh, I do
  I got a sentimental illness for you
  Please dont go away, oh yeah
  I was a high school atom bomb
  Goin off on the weekends
  Smokin dope and mowing lawns
  And I hated all the new trends
  Me and my friends sang, Woah-ooh-whoa-oh-oh 
  Heres to the middle of the road
  At least its better than here
  Looking for a cause
  Well all I got was Santa Claus
  Im hanging on a dream thats 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 Everythingll be alright
  Not every Sunday can be Easter
  The picket line screamed, Woah-ooh-whoa-oh-oh! 
  Dont cross, dont cross the line because
  Youll be a scab, not a martyr!
  Looking for a cause
  Well all I got was camouflage
  Im hanging on a dream thats 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...
  Haha... Hehe... Yeah... Hey!
  Looking for a cause
  Well all I got was camouflage
  Im hanging on a dream thats 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