Apathetic Blues -

I can’t explain all the bullshit in my head

I’m bound in chains to the Procrustean bed

I think you’d hate to walk a mile in my shoes

Take stock of my lifestyle, those apathetic blues

Let’s make lots of money to buy the finer things

Let’s sell our lives away for a paycheck every week

Let’s start a band, get drunk instead

I’ve done nothing today

Brain is on the antique sofa

I’m disgusted by my

Apathetic counter culture

I think I’d do better in a life of luxury

Sit down and do nothin' I’m livin' like a king

So let’s move to the West Coast I could use some company

So Let’s go, so let’s go, so let’s go be something

Let’s party with rockstars and pass out in the park

Let’s dance until morning and sleep until it’s dark

Let’s start a band, sell-out instead

I’ve done nothing today

Brain is on the antique sofa

I’m disgusted by my

Apathetic counter culture

I said let’s go to the West Coast

Put that suburban punk on the radio

Make lots of money and I think it’s funny

How you only worry about that paycheck honey

I’m pure of heart but I’m stupid of head

If you vibing with the check, then you checkin' what I said

And this claustrophobic daydream will never end

With enough hard liquor baby, we can pretend