Lyrics
People
get
worked
up
about
the
strangest
things
People
get
worked
up
about
everything
People
get
worked
up
about
an
outdoor
cat
People
get
worked
up
about
a
baseball
hat
People
get
worked
up
about
a
uniform
They've
never
had
to
wear
before
You
get
worked
up
about
a
truck
I
drive
Cry
me
a
river,
now
you
need
a
ride
People
get
worked
up
about
someone's
dad
Tryna
teach
his
kid
how
to
open
a
can
You
get
worked
up
about
a
place
I
love
A
place
you
only
ever
see
from
above
People
get
worked
up
about
a
uniform
You
never
had
to
wear
before
You
get
worked
up
about
a
truck
I
drive
Cry
me
a
river,
now
you
need
a
ride
Now
you
need
a
ride
Now
you
need
a
ride
All
the
hippies
used
to
march
in
the
street
Peace,
love,
and
your
autonomy
Now
you're
calling
a
snitch
line
on
your
neighbors
While
you're
hanging
a
sign
that
says,
"We're
all
in
this
together"
Well,
lock
the
doors,
close
the
stores
And
keep
your
dirty,
little
kids
indoors
I'm
not
gonna
turn
away
People
who
were
welcome
here
yesterday
People
get
worked
up
about
the
strangest
things
People
get
worked
up
about
everything
You
get
worked
up
about
the
truck
I
drive
Cry
me
a
river,
now
you
need
a
ride
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