Guided by Voices
The Worryin’ Song
Constant gray-haired hunters are after me
On the collision course, in the room of lie detectors
Someone's ideas are a joke, but this one is all mine
And that's what bothers me, like my father before me
And the mothers who bore me
There is always gonna be the testing and qualifiers
I'm on the cutting edge of humility
Just like Jerk said, "I ain't gonna worry no more"