Shutup

Well apathy’s got a hold on me
And it, it won’t let go
Tell me your problems, I’ll tell you mine
Motherfucker you’re gonna know
Well I can go for a change
I can go for a jog
Tell me about your rock band
Tell me about your job
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Well Tommy too young, Bobby too drunk
I can only shout one note
Chris needs a watch to keep time
We’ll never find the time to vote
Well I can go for a change
And I can go for a jog
Tell me about your girlfriend
Tell me about your job
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Will you stop fucking we got luck?