Average Joe Songtext
von Jason White
Average Joe Songtext
Remember when you were young and naïve like Adam and Eve
Who′d have thought you could ever
Conceive the tangled webs you'd weave
Oh, Average Joe, where do the years go?
All your friends have changed, your
Wife′s estranged, and your kid's deranged
Sometimes you think you'd give ′em all
In exchange for ten bucks in change
′Cause they don't know the Average Joe, you′re just another John Doe
Average Joe, calling in on the radio show
Asking where did all the good times go
The salad days that you used to know
Oh, Average Joe
So you voted for the man who promised he would take a stand
He said he had a plan and a hand on the pulse of the common man
But he don't know the Average Joe, that lying so-and-so
Average Joe, calling in on the radio show
Asking where did all the good times go
The salad days that you used to know
Oh, Average Joe
Wake up America, look what you′ve done
To your overfed, under-read, better off dead than red
White bread, brain dead native son
He's on the run, he′s got a gun
He just might shoot someone
Average Joe, calling in on the radio show
Asking where did all the good times go
The salad days that you used to know
Oh, Average Joe
Who′d have thought you could ever
Conceive the tangled webs you'd weave
Oh, Average Joe, where do the years go?
All your friends have changed, your
Wife′s estranged, and your kid's deranged
Sometimes you think you'd give ′em all
In exchange for ten bucks in change
′Cause they don't know the Average Joe, you′re just another John Doe
Average Joe, calling in on the radio show
Asking where did all the good times go
The salad days that you used to know
Oh, Average Joe
So you voted for the man who promised he would take a stand
He said he had a plan and a hand on the pulse of the common man
But he don't know the Average Joe, that lying so-and-so
Average Joe, calling in on the radio show
Asking where did all the good times go
The salad days that you used to know
Oh, Average Joe
Wake up America, look what you′ve done
To your overfed, under-read, better off dead than red
White bread, brain dead native son
He's on the run, he′s got a gun
He just might shoot someone
Average Joe, calling in on the radio show
Asking where did all the good times go
The salad days that you used to know
Oh, Average Joe
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