Albert Camus Lyrics - Airing Of Grievances - Titus Andronicus

Running around this run-down, one-horse town 

One of these days, they're gonna crucify me 

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable it is to be young, dumb, and have lots of money 

We will sit upon this grassy knoll 

Holding hands and stroking handguns 

With pristine souls, and even my own mother will tell you I am an asshole 

But underneath it all, there is an apathetic heart of gold 

So who will be saved, from the least to the greatest men 

Because even Honest Abe sold poison milk to schoolchildren 

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The blood drive came to Glen Rock High 

In a white bus with red letters on the side 

And a long shiny needle they brought 

To suck me dry like missionary mosquitoes in the sky 

Now you're doing time for stealing candy from a babe 

Because all the kids in Ridgewood have got cell phones these days 

And if you wear a mask, they can still read your license plate 

And a wireless line is a terrible thing to waste 

Because the more we think, the less it all makes sense 

Tonight we will drink to our general indifference 

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Lamb of God 

We think nothing of ourselves at all 

So death, be not proud 

Because we don't give a fuck about nothing 

And we only want what we are not allowed