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