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Constant gray-haired hunters are after me On the collision course in the room of the 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 that bore me There is always going to be the test team and qualifiers I'm on the cutting edge of humility Just like jerk said, "I ain't gonna worry no more"