Peace On Earth

A man comes around talking about PEACE ON EARTH—I'm inclined to deduce a few things: perhaps this is one of those raving lunatic fools my mother and father warned me about, warned me I'd become if I didn't stay in school and keep my nose to the grindstone...said I'd never make it to Harvard or Yale if I didn't straighten out my skull. But if you ask me, it seems to be a whole bunch of Ivy League superiority military industrial complex freaks sacrificing us all in their demonic crackpot war room rituals, setting into stone unspeakable things in the name of pragmatism...so when I look on this dreamer before me with peace on his lips and an olive branch in hard, I'm now inclined to sanity.