I've been drinking
It doesn't change how I feel
I think about it sometimes
The less you're doing
The more I begin to despise
I can't wait till you go
Oh
Disgusting rituals waste [?] suggestive casualties such as something they gotta do
It's all around us, flowing through
The buses, streets and highways, too
So don't say you don't have a clue
Take your shirt off, there's nothing to gain
When we all keep from ourselves
No, there's nothing to lose
Have a swim, go outside
For once, after all, all us hypochondriacs
We need something to do
Give us something to do
Give us something to do