Hey Joe (Explicit) - Bleachers

Lyrics by：Jack Antonoff

Composed by：Jack Antonoff

Baby town dreaming on the Fourth of July

Touching herself to the stars in the sky

The stars in the sky made her blind hey what a riot

And father's father called him big man

When he missed

It's that '50s kinda ****

That trickles down to the kids

So we tried giving peace a chance but didn't know

What it is

And now we're patiently awaiting

For some light to come in

To shake the living hell out of what we became

We're frightened of the old and we're tired of the young

Guess the one trick ponies got us singin' along

Hey Joe

One two

One two three four

Some thoughts about the Ken Burns Vietnam doc

From Pete Hunting in the delta to the last one to drop

To my father and his friends

At the Ho Chi Minh Trail gift shop

They're crying So long Bobby on the jersey sheets

Scared to get behind anything they believe

'Cause they blew the revolution

In their 30s tryna plant some seeds

And yeah they're patiently awaiting

For some light to come in

To shake the living hell out of what it became

They're frightened of the state but too tired to run

Guess these one trick ponies got us singin' along

Hey Joe

One two

One two three four

Hey Joe what do you know

We're off the bridge and we're out of control

Oh hey Joe what is it called

That's right

Giving up a piece of you to let go

Hey Joe what do you know

We're off the bridge all Marilyn Monroe

Oh hey Joe what is called

That's right

Giving up a piece of you to let go