Sense

It's in vogue to be feckless

When it comes to the mother taking care of us

I know it's so conventional

But it don't make no sense at all

But in fact it's a pattern

Everything I hear will always make me ashen

I know its recognizable

But it don't make no sense at all, oh

Ooh, no no no sense at all

People pay for their coupé

But they can't pay their taxes for the freeway

I know it's so predictable

But it don't make no sense at all

And some people say it's on their radar

But they drive a million miles in their fast car

I know it's so invisible

But it don't make no sense at all, oh

Ooh, no no no sense at all

Ooh, no no no sense at all

But in fact it's a pattern

Everything I hear will always make me ashen

I know it's recognizable

But it don't make no sense at all, oh

Ooh, no no no sense at all, oh

Ooh, no no no sense at all, oh

Ooh, no no no sense at all, oh

Ooh, no no no sense at all