Song: Albert Camus
Artist: Titus Andronicus
Album: The Airing of Grievances
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Running around this run-down, one-horse town
One of these days, they're gonna crucify me
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable it is to be young, dumb, and have lots of money
We will sit upon this grassy knoll,
Holding hands and stroking handguns with pristine souls
And even my own mother will tell you I am an asshole,
But underneath it all there is an apathetic heart of gold
So who will be saved, from the least to the greatest men?
Because even Honest Abe sold poison milk to schoolchildren.
The blood drive came to Glen Rock High,
In a white bus with red letters on the side,
And a long shiny needle they brought to suck me dry,
Like missionary mosquitoes in the sky
Now you're doing time for stealing candy from a babe,
'Cause all the kids in Ridgewood have got cell phones these days
And if you wear a mask, they can still read your license plate,
And a wireless line is a terrible thing to waste
Because the more we think, the less it all makes sense;
Tonight we will drink to our general indifference
Lamb of God, we think nothing of ourselves at all
So, Death, be not proud because we don't give a fuck about nothing,
And we only want what we are not allowed.
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