The Dead Milkmen
Hipster Beard
Got a plan for world peace on the tip of my tongue
But there's too much alcohol between my brain and gums
Things go missing when I'm on the run
Well, I've got the devil in my rear-view mirror
But the saints are on the sidewalk
Well, I've got the devil in my rear-view mirror
But the spirits won't let me talk
Another brilliant plan
Gets left by the roadside
Another brilliant plan
Waves goodbye
Got a plan to feed the hungry
In my pocket somewhere
Unless these are my jeans with the hole
Things go missing when I'm on parole
Well, I've got the devil in my rear-view mirror
But the saints are on the sidewalk
Well, I've got the devil in my rear-view mirror
But the spirits won't let me talk
Another brilliant plan
Gets left by the roadside
Another brilliant plan
Waves goodbye