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 shit 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"