Complaint Dept. - Fake Problems

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I won’t last much longer, I am turning into dust

Or I am melting into the fresh wet concrete

And when I reach the pearly gates of Hell

I’ll send those dimes back up the wishing well

With a note tied to each that reads:

«Nobody's listening.»

Wasting time is all the rage

Those bad ideas won’t leave your brain

When you can’t control what all the others say

Just complain, complain, complain

Oh, complain, complain, complain

Now get lazy with it from the next one in

Put your money in your mouth and swallow it

When your company has to fold, blame your troubles on the CEO

Because faith is a funny, pathetic notion

That God’s a drug dealer and he’s always holdin'

He can make you feel alright, with just one small hit of lights

Wasting time is all the rage

Those bad ideas won’t leave your brain

When you can’t control what all the others say

Just complain, complain, complain

Oh, complain, complain, complain

Keep 'em comin' I’m used to it

My mind over matter is a morphine trip

And ain’t it funny that it comes to this

Hangin' off the edge and losin' your grip?

Wasting time is all the rage

Those bad ideas won’t leave your brain

When you can’t control what all the others say

Just complain, complain, complain

Oh, wasting time is all the rage

Those bad ideas won’t leave your brain

When you can’t control what all the others say

Just complain, complain, complain

Oh, complain, complain, complain