We’ve done it again

It’s FUBAR I judge

Tomorrow coming atcha

It’s all way too much

Defensively not giving a shit

But god knows I want to do good

To talk you out of whatever stupid plan

And vindicate the terrestrial neighborhood

But boredom, stress and psychosomatics

Has got me locked up in an in-between

And love, I just can’t help it

Moth-Er-Fuck being Se-Ven-Teen!

And I really don’t feel like showing up

But I might just do it for you

I’m a slacker in the making, I’m a diamond staying rough

The life of a loser could do

And you know I’m not one for disturbing the peace

But to these orders I just can’t comply

‘Cause I’m feeling all the guilt at the end of the day

The world’s just a giant sigh

The architects of utopia

Never had the chance to grow up

Brace for self-fulfilling prophecy

And a violent full stop

I keep dreaming ‘bout, you know, dropping out

Too busy survivin’ to ever look back

‘Cause quite frankly baby, I’m quite fed up

With always calling the kettle black

We figure with faulty algorithms

And reverse-engineer the omniverse

Preserve the sacrosanct status quo

I’ll tell you; it’s quite the curse

And I really don’t feel like showing up

But I might just do it for you

I’m a slacker in the making, I’m a diamond staying rough

The life of a loser will do

And you know I’m not one for disturbing the peace

But to these orders I just can’t comply

‘Cause I’m feeling all the guilt at the end of the day

The world’s just a giant sigh

Truth be told I’m rather terrified

That there appears to be no master plan

Live a day and down a drink, why don’t I

The weather’s great in the frying pan

Chasing tail and immortality

All the while hell freezes

We all come here in search of peace

And we leave in despondent pieces

I don’t sleep too well and it’s starting to show

Fighting decline with champagne and shampoo

Now I’m going back to cracking lame jokes

And we can have cynicism for two