The months don't matter, they're laughing at you And I'll stay in bed if I want to Well is it monday, let it be sunday I think a diary would help don't you? The morning, the menu, the menial grime I wish I could care but I don't have the time
'cos I'm leading the apathy revolution And my stamp sized shopping list will have to wait Come and join me in my apathy revolution Don't forget your shoes and don't be late
I like the late bus I'm lacking focus and I'll drive you to disraction Is revolution your one solution To drive me into false action My phone bill, my finance, my fridge is a mess I should sort it out but I couldn't care less
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