A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours

Hello
I am the ghost of a Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home
They said,
«There's too much caffeine in your blood stream
And a lack of real spice in your life.»
I said,
«Leave me alone because I’m alright, dad.
Surprised to still be on my own.»
Oh, but don’t mention love
I’d hate the strain of the pain again
A rush and a push and the land
That we stand on is ours
It has been before
So it shall be again
And people who are uglier than you and I
They take what they need, and just leave
Oh, but don’t mention love
I’d hate the pain of the strain all over again
A rush and a push and the land
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So why can’t it be now?
And people who are weaker than you and I
They take what they want from life
Oh, but don’t mention love
No, no, don’t mention love!
A rush and a push and the land
We stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone
But you’re still a good man
So phone me, phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone me
Oh, I think I’m in love
Oh, I think I’m in love
Oh, I think I’m in love
Oh, I think I’m in love
Oh, I think I’m in love