Bad Religion - You

Bad Religion - You 
There's a place where everyone can be happy 
It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world 
It's made of candy canes and planes 
And bright red choo-choo trains 
And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls
And you know I wish that I could go there 
It's a road that I have not found 
And I wish you the best of luck, dear 
Drop a card or a letter to my side of town
Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend 
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and 
You... painted my entire world 
But I 
Don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled 
And I won't forget it
There's a place where everyone can be right 
Even though you remain determined to be opposed 
Admittance requires no qualifications 
It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes
So please try not to be impatient 
For we all hate standing in line 
And when the farm is good and bought 
You'll be there without a thought 
And eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time
Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend 
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and 
You... painted my entire world 
But I 
Don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled 
And I won't forget it