Turn Those Clapping Hands Into Angry Balled Fists Lyrics - As The Eternal Cowboy - Against Me!

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 fucking 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 fucking 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]