A new age man wrote a new age book about an old belief
And it's an ancient theory, healer heal thyself
Ah, but they're still down there, and coming up to crush us
When they can stop laughing
Well first they grab on my hair
And plunge a spike in my eye
Pluck me blind
What can I say? I really don't mind
There's peace in my heart
And peace in my head
And peace when I'm living
Peace when I'm dead
I flap my hands and then I turn my face away
There are a thousand more for each one I knock down
And that is not to say I'd even have a chance
Against the very first one
Well then they pick out the chain
And every day
Fourteen hours of my time
What can I say? I really don't mind
There's peace in my heart
And peace in my head
And peace when I'm living
Peace when I'm dead
Peace in my bed
Peace in my bed
And I really hope that there's peace in our time
'Cause this time I'm scared the Americans may stay away
So I will not speak 'til I know what they want me to say
I let the page fall open, read the mantra there
And ignore the schoolboys, giggling as we go
You've got to ride the stream
And even have the feeling that you need to know them
Well then they flay off my skin
Break my teeth, slit my tongue
Snap my spine
What can I say? I really don't mind
There's peace in my heart
And peace in my head
And peace when I'm living
Peace when I'm dead