Crash Your Car

Why don’t you go and start a war?
More, more, all I really feel is bored
Why don’t you tell me what it’s for? (All I feel is what?)
All I really feel is bored
Hello?
Nothing for the taking
And my brain is baking
Everybody’s faking
Thats why I’m friends with Satan
Jolly green giant burning
Not at home or on my person
I don’t know where I am
No, no, no, no, no, no!
No use in crying over spilled milk
Shut your eyes embrace yourself
And your fragile American hell
Mayonnaise spread on some white guilt
Bad taste, bad taste, bad taste!
A bad place and your think tank is running on E
You tell some jokes in your circle that are not so funny to me
Hey!
Why don’t you go and crash your car?
Why don’t you go and crash your car?
Why don’t you go and start a war?
Why don’t you go and start a war?
Why don’t you tell me what it’s for?
Why don’t you ask me what it’s for?
All I really feel is bored
All I really feel is bored
All I really feel is bored
All I really feel is, all I really feel is
All I really, really want is more and more
All I want is more, all I really really want is more
All I really feel is bored
All I really wanna do is cut the cord
I question what it’s really for
Every day is feeling like a chore
All the latest in blood and guts in living color
Shout out to the faceless
Shout out to my people getting dumber every day
I can’t afford to pay attention anyway
All the ladies run and cry
All the boys stay inside to stay alive
Vroom, vroom!
Celebrate the race to the bottom
Line leader of the limbo, how low can you go?
I hit up Jesus for the nighttime today
He’s still not awake, he’s still not awake
I hit up Jesus for the nighttime today
He’s still not awake, he’s still not awake
Why don’t you go and crash your car?
Why don’t you go and crash your car?
Why don’t you go and start a war?
Why don’t you go and start a war?
Why don’t you tell me what it’s for?
Why don’t you ask me what it’s for?
All I really feel is bored
All I really feel is bored
All I really feel is bored
All I really feel is, all I really feel is
All I really, really want is more and more
All I want is more, all I really really want is more
I’m too cool to be a genius, man
I’m not worried about Pakistan
I got problems of my own got my own skin clinging on my own bones
No hope, just kicking rocks from down the road
Help me, I’m a rat in a maze
Said the rat with the man’s face to the rat with the rat’s face in a cage that
the man made
Huh? What?
Why don’t you go and crash your car?
Why don’t you go and crash your car?
Why don’t you go and start a war?
Why don’t you go and start a war? (Shut the fuck up!)
Why don’t you tell me what it’s for?
Why don’t you ask me what it’s for?
All I really feel is bored
All I really feel is bored
All I really feel is bored
All I really feel is, all I really feel is
All I really, really want is more and more
All I want is more and more and more and more