I just wrote the dumbest song It's gonna be a sing along All our friends
will clap and sing Our enemies will laugh and be pointing It won't bother
me, what the thoughtless are thinking, I am more concerned with what we're
drinking They'll laugh about it at the warehouse, saying I'm so lame It
wrote itself You can keep the blame It'll be a happy song Not unlike some
other ones While everyone's depressed and broke, I get high off your sick
jokes They're colossal They're tousling all the worried hair Stay up there
So crazy it just might work Then we'll quit our jobs We could be the next
group that you rob There are times for being dumb This must be one of them
I'd like to know what's so wrong with a stupid, happy song? It says many
things in it's nothingness It gives me space to think, I guess To think less
And less Moving units and tracking charts Will they ever learn? It isn't who
you know, it's who you burn It means nothing Selling kids to other kids If
you think we changed our tune, I hope we did