I believe it to be in bad taste

To let four more minutes go to waste

It's true that I don't care much what you feel

It may be unfair but at least it's real

So please don't try to tell me that it's gonna be just fine

'Cause you've got something under your tongue and I'm pretty sure it's mine

It's the same thing over and over again

This idiocy never seems to end

Do you really think this has any direction?

You follow and repeat the words

Like show dogs or singing birds

Is any of this getting your attention?

You find it fun to scream and shout

Until reality comes about

And the crowd may cheer, but when they clear

They will not hear you shout you're all alone

I don't appreciate you telling me life's gonna be just fine

Or where or how or upon who that I should draw the line

It's the same thing over and over again

This idiocy never seems to end

Do you really think this has any direction?

You follow and repeat the words

Like pedigree dogs or singing birds

Is any of this getting your attention?

There's a numbing growing in my toes

And a fear of when the curtains close

And the truth that no one really knows

What happens when the music goes

Stop whining

You do not understand

Stop trying

Stop trying

It's the same thing over and over again

This idiocy never seems to end

Do you really think this has any direction?

You follow and repeat the words

Like pedigree dogs or singing birds

Is any of this getting your attention?

And this isn't just another feel-good rhyme for a good time

No I won't become another feel-good rhyme for your good time.