Lyrics of 'Hey Joe' by Bleachers

Baby town dreamin' on the Fourth of July
Touchin' herself to the stars in the sky
The stars in the sky made her blind, hey
What a ride

Her 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 thought about the [?] burning Vietnam doc
From Pete hunting in the Delta to the last one to drop
To my father and his friends at the Ho-Chi-Min gift shop

They're cryin', So Long, Bobby on their Jersey shirts
Scared to get behind anything they believe
'Cause they blew the revolution in the '30s
Tryin' to plant some seeds
And yet they're patiently awaiting for some light to come in
To shake the living hell of what it would became
Frightened of the state but too tired to run

Guess these one-trick ponies got singin' along
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? Giving up a piece of you to let go
Hey Joe, what do you know way off the bridge all Marilyn Monroe
Giving up a piece of you to let go