Nothing Really Matters!
I don't even really tie my shoes anymore
Stomp on in and head out the door
I kinda get the feeling that nothing really matters
Humming and tapping sitting down in the shower
I don't even really tie my shoes anymore
The backs are smushed but we're on the brink of war
I kind of get the feeling that nothing really matters
We'll just be a sentence in a chapter
Alas Atlas got a cramp in his shoulder
Dropped the ball and now it's all over
Sky is falling down, then it hits the ground, then it spreads around, knocks the power out
All the grids are off, servers cooked and all, no more Internet, Twitter is irrelevant
Oh boy, oh boy, maybe this will bring us back together again
Knock some sense in I want to believe that
Cuz lately we've been squabbling and arguing
Propaganda generated is like formaldehyde combined with nitrogen oxides
Hard to see the upside, but I think it's about time
Can't wait for the "good guys" in suits to save us from the end times
Let's go out there ourselves, and have a fucking good time
I don't even really tie my shoes anymore
Stomp on in and run out the door
I kinda get the feeling that something really matters
Humming and tapping think it out in the shower
I don't even really tie my shoes anymore
The backs are smushed but we're on the brink of war
I kind of get the feeling that something really matters
We will be a sentence in a chapter
Passive or Active, it's up to you
Only thing is you don't have that much time left to choose
Make up your mind, and if you feel so inclined
Come grab one last drink with us tonight
Passive or Active, it's up to you
Only thing is you don't have that much time left to choose
Make up your mind, and if you feel so inclined
Come grab one last drink with us tonight
It's a fine night to feel finite
In our fading light
The show is closing take a bow, you know you'd like to
Hold your glass in the air, say a toast in the mic
It's a good good life, a good good life
It's a fine night to feel finite
In our fading light
The show is closing take a bow, you know you'd like to
Hold your glass in the air, say a toast in the mic
It's a good good life, a good good life
It's a fine night to feel finite
In our fading light
The show is closing take a bow, you know you'd like to
Hold your glass in the air, say a toast in the mic
It's a good good life, a good good life
Stomp on in and head out the door
I kinda get the feeling that nothing really matters
Humming and tapping sitting down in the shower
I don't even really tie my shoes anymore
The backs are smushed but we're on the brink of war
I kind of get the feeling that nothing really matters
We'll just be a sentence in a chapter
Alas Atlas got a cramp in his shoulder
Dropped the ball and now it's all over
Sky is falling down, then it hits the ground, then it spreads around, knocks the power out
All the grids are off, servers cooked and all, no more Internet, Twitter is irrelevant
Oh boy, oh boy, maybe this will bring us back together again
Knock some sense in I want to believe that
Cuz lately we've been squabbling and arguing
Propaganda generated is like formaldehyde combined with nitrogen oxides
Hard to see the upside, but I think it's about time
Can't wait for the "good guys" in suits to save us from the end times
Let's go out there ourselves, and have a fucking good time
I don't even really tie my shoes anymore
Stomp on in and run out the door
I kinda get the feeling that something really matters
Humming and tapping think it out in the shower
I don't even really tie my shoes anymore
The backs are smushed but we're on the brink of war
I kind of get the feeling that something really matters
We will be a sentence in a chapter
Passive or Active, it's up to you
Only thing is you don't have that much time left to choose
Make up your mind, and if you feel so inclined
Come grab one last drink with us tonight
Passive or Active, it's up to you
Only thing is you don't have that much time left to choose
Make up your mind, and if you feel so inclined
Come grab one last drink with us tonight
It's a fine night to feel finite
In our fading light
The show is closing take a bow, you know you'd like to
Hold your glass in the air, say a toast in the mic
It's a good good life, a good good life
It's a fine night to feel finite
In our fading light
The show is closing take a bow, you know you'd like to
Hold your glass in the air, say a toast in the mic
It's a good good life, a good good life
It's a fine night to feel finite
In our fading light
The show is closing take a bow, you know you'd like to
Hold your glass in the air, say a toast in the mic
It's a good good life, a good good life
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Writer(s): Zack Lane
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