Albert Camus

Running around

This run-down, one-horse town

One of these days

They're gonna crucify me

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable

It is to be young, dumb, and have lots of money

We will sit upon this grassy knoll

Holding hands and stroking handguns

With pristine souls

And even my own mother will tell you

I am an asshole, but underneath it all

There is an apathetic heart of gold

So who will be saved,

From the least to the greatest men?

Because even Honest Abe

Sold poison milk to schoolchildren

The blood drive came to Glen Rock High

In a white bus with red letters on the side

And a long shiny needle

They brought to suck me dry

Like missionary mosquitoes in the sky

Now you're doing time for stealing candy

From a babe

Because all the kids in Ridgewood have got cell phones these days

And if you wear a mask

They can still read your license plate

And a wireless line

Is a terrible thing to waste

Because the more we think

The less it all makes sense

Tonight we will drink

To our general indifference

Lamb of God

We think nothing of ourselves at all

So, Death, be not proud

Because we don't give a fuck about nothing

And we only want what we are not allowed