| I don’t really even want to know you
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| With your backstage wisdom like a boarded up window
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| Who are we to go and make big plans?
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| Married in a fever, children in a panic
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| Deep sea diver, advertising ruin
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| With the underwater fire, state sponsored pollution
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| Closing our eyes, blindly to town
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| Hoping that Mama does not see us now
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| We’ve become the world’s first millionaires
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| You know, the ones who just don’t care
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| Can’t even taste it but it’s really nothing new
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| And it smells of compromise with subtle hints of confusion
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| Holidays are working days to us now
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| We are lifting dead weight and embracing self-doubt
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| The shirt with the wine stain, the car is not running
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| A policeman laughs but it’s really not funny
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| Who will save me when I’m feeling this down
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| All God’s children are useless to me now
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| We have come for solitary fun, debonair
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| You know, for the ones who just don’t care
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| All of the innocents we’ve yet to cast out
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| In a hesitating nation on the way to nervous breakdown
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| In a certain way, I’m sitting pretty now
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| I’ve got a hundred dollar bill to plug the politician’s mouth
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| It’s written in the paper, there’s a fever taking hold
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| And now it’s everyone gather 'round the toilet bowl
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| What a shame, and what a letdown
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| You will be dead before the bottom drops out
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| All is well so long as you say your little prayers
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| You know, for the ones who just don’t care
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| When you are the one who didn’t care
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| And you are the one who just don’t care |