Turn Those Clapping Hands into Angry Balled Fists

歌詞

Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in comforters Sweating through sheets Drink your coffee in the morning Flown in on Airplanes across vast seas And your houses made of wood Central air Central heat You got your furniture of particle board Your doors are locked for Safety And you walkin' leather shoes Pants of denim A black cotton sweatshirt And you do what you do 'Cause doing can 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 fucking insane (Away!) And you sweep and mop the floor when it's dirty You do the dishes When the sink's full And when the refrigerator's empty Well it's time, it's time, it's time It's time to go to the store You put your books on a shelf Clothes arranged In the closet You hang the things on the walls That you don't want to be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer Is singing to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid fucking drum beat But I'm not going to tell anyone What I'm really Thinking about Keep conversations on the surface Just keep on smiling Just keep on saying Everything's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright Alright It's alright It's gonna be alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright It's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright (Alright!)