歌词
You don't care about anything at all
No the apathy, oh the apathy
Oh the apathy, oh the apathy
♪
I don't understand how you can be so
Yes your piles and piles of filthy clothes
I even write your mistress notes
♪
Yes go on, laze all day, read a book, or play
Just keep sighing at your garden flowers
And gaze at your shoes for hours and hours
♪
Dying relatives, you neglect them all
Oh, I dust off your littered sentiments
While I have to sign your documents
♪
You don't care about anything at all
No the apathy, oh the apathy
Oh the apathy, oh the apathy
That is why I worship you my lord
You are all that I adore