Sometimes I stare at the night sky
See them stars a billion light years away
And it makes me feel small like a bug on a wall
Who gives a shit anyway?
Who gives a shit anyway?
When World War II was over
Though the slate was never wiped clean
We could have picked off of them broken bones
We could have been free
But we chose to adhere to abundance
We chose the American Dream
Artist: Colleen
Artist: Misfits
Artist: Hinder