Sleep on pillows made in Singapore

Wrapped in comforters


Sweatin' through sheets


Drinkin' coffee in the morning

Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas





And your house is made of wood

Central air, central heat


You've got your furniture of particle board


Your doors are locked for, for safety




And you walk in leather shoes


Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt

And you do what you do


'cause doing, you start to form a habit




And you drink all night long


And you sleep through the morning


And if something doesn't break

I'm just gonna go, go $#&@ing insane





Away




And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty


You do the dishes, when the sink's full

And when the refridgerator's empty






Well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, to go the store




You put your books on a shelf


Clothes arranged in the closet


You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten




I hate these songs


I hate the words

That the singer is singin' to me


I hate this melody


I hate this stupid $#&@ing drum beat



But I'm not gonna tell anyone


What I'm really thinking about

Keep the conversations on the surface


Just keep on smiling

Just keep on saying

Everything's gonna be alright


It's gonna be alright

Alright