The Drones - Why Write A Letter That You'll Never Send lyrics

we don't write letters any more there ain't the time or place but a friend mine wrote something like a letter yesterday it was smuggled through my inbox just this morning, 3am more impotent than important but let me read it now, verbatim he say's "i got that same old feeling the one that turns the birds to brutes the sky is like a bad dream and the Earth is in cahoots i don't believe no one no more i don't care what no one say's i just wanna make the world a much less painful place we look fonder on the good old days as they drift further away but why if everyone feels so homesick are they always setting sail? 'cause it's all bad news up there on deck and each headland masks the next i'd just as soon dive in the ocean and forego the blood and sweat forego all aspirations they just put everyone at odds if idle hands are the devil's work then where's the time for God's? and why write a letter that you'll never send away why won't you stay with me, wait and see all you need know nobody's perfect and their needs are always stark stay with me, wait you'll see all you need know everybody's hurting and their needs are always stark and who cares about wars of choice in lands where states indulge their pa**ions and all the new shoots just jackbootscoot all dissent out of fashion like Fred Astaires' at a film premier that is all about them it's stirring stuff, transformative they don't care where they're sent they're all kiss chasing childish dreams of privileged masculinity 'till they're spent by shock and discharged home to small town and big city the rest are the type left dying or dead from trying to be useful they've been handy in the years gone by and they'll be handy in the future and who cares for their survival and who cares about the Yanks who cares if they get overrun by Chinese nukes and tanks who cares about the holocaust man we didn't learn nothing there and all it's memory does is keep the History Channel on air who cares about the Vatican man everybody knows and who's surprised they went and chose a nazi for a pope? who cares about fakes like anarchists man they never want to dance let's mambo Mogadishu give anarchy a chance i'm saying life is cruel, you know it's true but all sides still try and recruit you for shangri-las as practical as doing the karma sutra why write a letter that you'll never send away why won't you stay with me, wait and see all you need know nobody's perfect and their needs are always stark stay with me, wait you'll see all you need know everybody skirts the fact their needs are always stark and who cares if the starving millions know if it's christmas or your birthday or what movie stars in Africa or the guy from U2 says or all the statesmen never telling lies as truth or gospel who cares what's true or false the truth's the world won't go to hospital but who needs to live forever who needs the extra miles we won't need bees or seed banks in the Arctic for a while we play the game to start again not to better life for all it's the appropriate opiate when a better way's impossible some honesty now wouldn't go astray if not, then what's the use? we're animals, we can't help doing what all animals do so goodbye my friend, i'm hitting send forgive me talking straight i'm only trying to make the world a much less painful place and why write a letter that you'll never send away?