Indictment

[Verse 1] I just wrote the dumbest song It's gonna be a sing along All our friends will clap and sing Our enemies will laugh and be pointing [Chorus] It won't bother me What the thoughtless are thinking I am more concerned with what we're drinking [Post-Chorus] They'll laugh about it at the warehouse Saying I'm so lame It wrote itself You can keep the blame [Verse 2] It'll be a happy song Not unlike some other ones While everyone's depressed and broke I get high off your sick jokes (Ha ha ha) [Chorus] They're colossal They're tousling All the worried hair Stay up there [Post-Chorus] So crazy, it just might work Then we'll quit our jobs We could be the next group that you rob [Verse 3] There are times for being dumb This must be one of them I'd like to know what's so wrong with a stupid, happy song? [Chorus] It says many things in its nothingness It gives me space to think, I guess To think less and less [Post-Chorus] Moving units and tracking charts Will they ever learn? It isn't who you know, it's who you burn [Outro] It means nothing Selling kids to other kids If you think we changed our tune, I hope we did