Please Do Lyrics - Quasi

You never cried, you never froze 

And yet how well your garden grows - 

You reap the fruits another sows: 

I guess that works out well for you. 

Suffering has served you well - 

It's common but it somehow sells 

So sing your little songs of hell and sell. 

Hollow hopes and empty dreams 

And blind pursuit of worthless schemes - 

That's all there is to life, it seems, 

unless you prove me wrong - please do!