You

there's a place where everyone can be happy.
it's the most beautiful place in the whole fuckin' world.
it's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains
and the meanest little boys, most innocent little girls.
and you know i wish that i could go there.
it's a road that i have not found.
and i wish you the best of luck, dear.
drop a card or a letter to my side of town.
'cause there's no time for fussing or fighting, my friend.
baby, i'm amazed at the hate that you can send.
and you painted my entire world
but i don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled.
and i won't forget it.
there's a place where everyone can be right
even though we remain determined to be opposed.
admittance requires no qualifications.
it's where everyone has been and where everybody goes.
so please try not to be impatient for we all hate standing in line.
and when the farm is good and bought you'll be there without a thought
and eternity, my friend, is a long fuckin' time.
'cause there's no time for fussing or fighting, my friend.
but baby, i'm amazed at the hate that you can send
and you painted my entire world
but i don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled.
and i won't forget it.