Letras
Well, apathy's got a hold on me and it, it won't let go
Tell me your problems, I'll talk to mine
Motherfucker, how you gonna know?
Well, I could go for a change, I could go for a job
Tell me about your rock band, tell me about your job
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Well, time is too young, body's too drunk, I can always show my love
Gonna get a watch to keep time, it'll buy time to bone
Well, I could go for a change, I could go for a job
Tell me about your girlfriend, tell me about your job
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up, you cockfuck, you, good luck!