Spare me the bedwetter billionaires, crying in their cocktails on the 19th hole how the big bad Gummint gonna steal what's theirs forgetting how they stole it from the Earth and the proles Spare me the gray trash, the greedbags in gladrags. Spare me micromanagement -- allegro non troppo! Spare me Allah, Jesus, and their shocktroops in jackboots. Spare me the righteous and the PC Gestapo
Spare me. Spare me. Time's so short and the world's so small. Spare us all.
Spare me anyone who can't tell sin from fun, terrified that somebody somewhere's not in pain Spare me the crypto-fashionable ones. Hang me with your velvet rope, but don't you wrap it around my brain
Spare me. Spare me. I've got just enough time to take this call. Spare us all. Spare me. Spare me. One more haul, I'm going over the wall. Spare us all.
You never hear the one that hits you You never hear the one that hits you So spare me all the "silence is golden" jive When you hear some loud noises then you know you're alive When you make some loud noises then you know that you're alive!
Spare me the line about machines for going back in time and all the crying over moral turpentine I get a whiff about a couple of state lines away; that's enough for maybe 90 billion days Spare me the flag-wagging huckleberry knuckleheads that can't tell who's the monster and who's Frankenstein I get it now: they want to torch the whole village while the blue white and red dissolve to purple haze Spare me the crazes and diseases and the polished phrases where they pretty up that powerful pungent smell Spare me the triumph of the woolies and the wackies, commanding scads of lackeys: the Lord and Lady of the Flies Spare me the ringers of the wholly unholy bell; it's got a crack in it, as if we couldn't tell Spare me the sound of my own voice when I yell, and knock me sideways any time I think I'm bound to rise
Spare me. Spare me. I ain't about to crash the Bullslingers' Ball. Spare us all.
Spare me. Spare me. For once I want the guilty ones to take the fall. Spare us all.