Chronic amnesia, a dreadful disease
Sadly struck poor old Harry last night
And now, a bit later, old Harry the hater's
Forgotten who he didn't like

Blessed disease that makes us forget
Who is our foe, not our friend
Blessed disease, if we're lucky, you'll spread
And strike every head
So we can start over again

A victim names Sawyer had lunch with her lawyer
And just had begun to explain
"I'll sue them!" she said, then got hit in the head
And forgot who exactly to blame

Blessed disease that makes us forget
Who is our foe, not our friend
Blessed disease, if we're lucky, you'll spread
And strike every head
So we can start over again

Who is just different
Who is the same
Who is the problem
Wipe it away, wipe it away

Sergeant Divine, stationed on the front line
Took a bullet while drawing his gun
And clutching his chest, asked the man to his left
"Can you tell me which country I'm from?"

Blessed disease that makes us forget
Who is our foe, not our friend
Blessed disease, if we're lucky, you'll spread
And strike every head
So we can start over again