The Beach Boys

Help Me, Rhonda

Seeking peace before I was dead,

I looked, but I found doom instead;

I said WTF?

I’d like better luck:

Help get doom out of my head.

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Bad Vibrations

I’m picking up bad vibrations

Connected with doom’s excitations;

I don’t know where,

But it sends me there,

Among other mental locations.

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In My Gloom

There’s a place where I’m sharing my gloom:

It’s a blog, like an online room;

I compare with my peers

All my worries and fears

And unwelcome secrets of doom.

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It Gets Around

Radiation’s coming inbound

Till there’s nowhere it cannot be found;

It’s sure to get there

Via water or air:

That Fuku shit sure gets around.

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Fun, Fun, Fun

Like sheep, we have all gone astray,

Thinking life’s purpose is play;

But, son of a gun,

We’ll have fun, fun, fun,

Till our habitat all goes away.