Negative Thinkers

It all seems to be pointless
When I'm wiping the grease
And the worst thing about it is
That it probably is
It's like my melancholia
Has been writing for me
If one day I'll be someone
Will I just sing bout the ritz?

They can call me a doomster
They can just say what they want
But for negative thinkers, hey
It is rare to be wrong
Happy mornings are scary, boy
You can savour the void
Shave your beard, put your hat on
Brush, dustpan, bucket and mop

I'm recording an album, you know
This one will be the third
Needs a couple of tweaks, yes, I know
You just don't give a



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Writer(s): Gabriele Cossu
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