Lyrics Profiteering - The Smith Street Band

Profiteering

Everything’s fucked
Everything’s fine
Everyone sucks
Everyone’s lying
The converts are the most devout
They don’t always know what they’re talking about
I remember sitcom end scene, door-closed lovers
I remember soft fade-outs on clean white covers
And you don’t want to talk about it
And you don’t want to talk about it
(You don’t want to talk about it)
And you don’t want to talk about it
(You don’t want to talk about it)
And you don’t want to talk about it
Everyone cares
Everyone, sing
Everyone here’s
Profiteering
Some things feel worse, some things still sting
Progress will hurt, but we’re progressing
Be a good man among poorly raised men
Don’t know how I can be vulnerable again
And you don’t want to talk about it
You don’t want to talk about it (Everyone cares)
You don’t want to talk about it (Everyone sings)
You don’t want to talk about it (Everyone here’s)
You don’t want to talk about it (Profiteering)
You don’t want to talk about it
Lip service paid to my mental state
Means nothing to say, it was always ending this way
I know I’m not real and I’m just a cartoon
But you don’t know how it feels to be escaping you
And everything’s fucked, and nothing is fine
And everyone sucks, and everyone’s lying
Yeah, we’re still broke, but we’re gonna be fine
I’m finding my hope, but these things take time
I’m finding my hope, but these things take time
I’m finding my hope, but these things take time