Sleep on pillows made in Singapore
Wrapped in comforters
Sweating through sheets
Drink your coffee in the morning
Flown in on
Airplanes across vast seas
And your houses made of wood
Central air
Central heat
You got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for
Safety
And you walkin' leather shoes
Pants of denim
A black cotton sweatshirt
And you do what you do
'Cause doing can start
To form a habit
And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
And if something doesn't break
I'm just gonna go
Go fucking insane
(Away!)
And you sweep and mop the floor when it's dirty
You do the dishes
When the sink's full
And when the refrigerator's empty
Well it's time, it's time, it's time
It's time to go to the store
You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged
In the closet
You hang the things on the walls
That you don't want to be so easily forgotten
I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer
Is singing to me
I hate this melody
I hate this stupid fucking drum beat
But I'm not going to tell anyone
What I'm really
Thinking about
Keep conversations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everything's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Alright
It's alright
It's gonna be alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
(Alright!)
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