Well apathy's got a hold on me

And it won't let go

Tell me your problem, I'll tell you mine

Motherfucker you're gonna know

Well I can go for a change

Go for a job

Tell me about your rock band

Tell me about your job

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up



Well Tommy's too young

Bobby's too drunk

I only know one note

Chris needs a watch to keep time

We'll never find the time to vote

And I can for a change

Go for a job

Tell me about your girlfriend

Tell me about your job

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up

Shut up