farts are jazz to assholes - dillinger four lyrics

i kind of feel i’ve lost the words and the reasons
i sit at home, drinking by myself
i get a headache from the things i believe in
the simple truths can be so absolute
i’ll take my chances on the morning paper
a little bit of twitching and a workout maybe

i’ve got nothing to say, it’s not the first time
i don’t care, so do your worst ’cause
i’ve got nothing to say, got nothing to say