A Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours

. .
Oh, hello
I am the ghost of troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I traveled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home
They said, "there's too much caffeine
In your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice in your life"

I said, "Leave me alone
Because I'm alright, dad
Surprised to still be on my own"

Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the strain of the pain again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before so it shall be again
And people who are uglier than you and I

They take what they need and just leave
Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the pain of the strain all over again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before, so why can't it be now?

And people who are weaker than you and I
They take what they want from life
Oh, but don't mention love
No, no, don't mention love!
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone
But you're still a young man

So phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone me
Oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, I think I'm in love, think I'm in love