Turn Those Clapping Hands into Angry Balled Fists

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 sweat*******rt

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 ******* 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 ******* 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 [x2]

Alright [x11]