Letras: Guided By Voices. The Worryin' Song.

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"