Sleep on pillows made in Singapore
Wrapped in comforters
Sweatin` through sheets
Drinkin` coffee in the morning
Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas

And your house is made of wood
Central air, central heat
You`ve got your furniture of particle board
Your doors are locked for, for safety

And you walk in leather shoes
Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt
And you do what you do
`cause doing, you start to form a habit

And you drink all night long
And you sleep through the morning
And if something doesn`t break
I`m just gonna go, go f**king insane

Away

And you sweep up the floor when it`s dirty
You do the dishes, when the sink`s full
And when the refridgerator`s empty
Well it`s time, it`s time, it`s time, it`s time, to go the store

You put your books on a shelf
Clothes arranged in the closet
You hang the things on the wall that you don`t wanna be so easily forgotten

I hate these songs
I hate the words
That the singer is singin` to me
I hate this melody
I hate this stupid f**king drum beat

But I`m not gonna tell anyone
What I`m really thinking about
Keep the conversations on the surface
Just keep on smiling
Just keep on saying
Everything`s gonna be alright
It`s gonna be alright [x2]
Alright [x11]