Fake Problems - Complaint Dept. lyrics

Take a picture I won't last much longer, I am turning into dust Or I am melting into the fresh wet concrete And when I reach the pearly gates of Hell I'll send those dimes back up the wishing well With a note tied to each that reads: "Nobody's listening." Wasting time is all the rage Those bad ideas won't leave your brain When you can't control what all the others say Just complain, complain, complain Oh, complain, complain, complain Now get lazy with it from the next one in Put your money in your mouth and swallow it When your company has to fold, blame your troubles on the CEO Because faith is a funny, pathetic notion That God's a drug dealer and he's always holdin' He can make you feel alright, with just one small hit of lights Wasting time is all the rage Those bad ideas won't leave your brain When you can't control what all the others say Just complain, complain, complain Oh, complain, complain, complain Keep 'em comin' I'm used to it My mind over matter is a morphine trip And ain't it funny that it comes to this Hangin' off the edge and losin' your grip? Wasting time is all the rage Those bad ideas won't leave your brain When you can't control what all the others say Just complain, complain, complain Oh, wasting time is all the rage Those bad ideas won't leave your brain When you can't control what all the others say Just complain, complain, complain Oh, complain, complain, complain