D.E.A.F.

I'm sick of these meaningless songs
I'm tired of speaking in tongues
I'm more than an insignificant voice
Droning alone to a wall of noise
And I think I'd rather whistle a drumbeat
Than stand up here and sing about nothing
I think I'd rather see more
Cutting up the dance floor
Than golf clapping 'til your hands are sore

And don't you know I'm deaf, oh lord?
Don't you know I'm deaf, oh lord?
Don't you know I'm deaf, oh lord?
Don't you know I'm deaf, oh lord?

I'm fed up with these restaurateurs
And the Upper East Side Whores
All lemon-lipped and patronizing
"Genocide sounds appetizing"
Whatever we've begun
Might already have been tried
Might already have been done

And don't you know I'm deaf, oh lord?
Don't you know I'm deaf, oh lord?
Don't you know I'm deaf, oh lord?
Don't you know I'm deaf, oh lord?
Don't you know I'm, don't you know I'm deaf?
Don't you know I'm deaf, oh lord?
Don't you know I'm, don't you know I'm deaf?



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Writer(s): Daniel Joseph Adams
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