It comes to no one's surprise that I've finally lost my mind. If you find it somewhere please mail it back, third class.
THE REST OF IT GOES HERE
Not Giving a Fuck
If no one gave a fuck it would be a lot easier
We’d stop building condos and bridges to emptiness
The cranes would rust but the bars would be fuller than ever
Money would cease being the ticket to paradise
And lack would cease being a ticket to pariah-hood
Cops would cease being children and jaywalking would be fine
Why would you work if you didn’t give a fuck?
No more stupid questions like what do you do?
Or aren’t you worried about retirement or health insurance?
Or when are you finally gonna get a cell phone?
Or where do you see yourself in five years?
Oh, how I’d love to say in your chair and you in tears
People seem to be addicted to what other people think of them
This is far worse than fairy tales about bird flu and terrorism
If no one gave a fuck about what others thought
We could finally talk to each other and listen without fear
We could finally speak of freedom with a straight face
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Not Giving a Fuck
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yo i aint mailing your brain back I'm keeping it for myself--
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