text: I can give a hundred million reasons
  To build a barricade
  I blame it on the changing of the seasons
  The thoughts that Ive conveyed
  Does it make it all right?
  It doesnt make it all right
  To roll it over my soul and leave me here
  Roll it over my soul and leave me here
  Look around at all the plastic people
  Who live without a care
  Try to sit with me around my table
  But never bring a chair
  Does it make it all right?
  It doesnt make it all right
  To roll it over my soul and leave me here
  Roll it over my soul and leave me here