Blessed be the ones who got it right For theirs is the monopoly On the only afterparty That's worth goin' to Peace be with the ones who see the light And charge the rest of us admission To somethin' that we're missin' They call critical My comin' of age While I'm calm and deranged Well I'm missing the point entirely What if God so loved Middle-class America That he sent his one and only gun To wage the war on drugs And whosoever stands Where the party line demands Willl get to say I told ya so When all of us are dead Blessed be the kids who grew up quick Behind artificial fences And tranquilize offenses Like their parents do Peace be with the man who never quits Until he's havin' his first heart attack From an unexpected market crash at 42 My comin' of age While I'm calm and deranged While I'm missing the point entirely What if God so loved Middle-class America That he sent his one and only gun To wage the war on drugs And whosoever stands Where the party line demands Will get to say I told ya so When all of us are dead What if God so loved Middle-class America That he sent his one and only gun To wage the war on drugs And whosoever stands Where the party line demands Will get to say I told ya so When all of us are dead They'll get to say I told ya so When all of us are dead