The Paint of War

Smell the grass the clouds drift by
Spread your arms make believe you fly
Smoke fresh air until you high, so high
Step aside and let life run by

Throw away sorrow and pain
Reap what you sow and gain
Acclamation in our silly game, so lame
Remember nothing but your name
Life's mysteries are the same

The paint of war has finally dried
S'been washed away now everything is alright
People believin' oh so bright
Deny the fact that it's been allright, allright

For 70 years
No one's had to fear
Over 70 years
No one's had to feeeeeeear

Smells of summer quickly drift by your nose
Hurriedly, you try to get a whiff of those
And everything feels oh so cut and dried
Like your own homemade momma's pie

This sensation pulls you back on the ground
Makes your lil' world spin around and around
It tears apart the continuum in time
Makes everything seem so fine
Endlessly till the end of time

The paint of war has finally dried
Been washed away now everything is alright
People believin' oh so bright
Deny the fact that it's been allright, allright

For 70 years
No one's had to fear
Over 70 years
No one's had to fear
O-over 70 years
No one's had to fear
Over 70 years
No one's had to feeeeeeeaaaaar