Nothing Better

Suburban nightmares, the city's distraught You went to school but you never got taught Nothing worth teaching, nothing worth knowing You never go anywhere worth going You just got nothing better to do So you hang around calling up people who Wanna get high in the afternoon And tell you that the Earth is flat You're always doing nothing It's 'cause there ain't nothing better to do You're always doing nothing It's 'cause there ain't nothing better to do You been waning on the wrong side of life Finding too much enjoyment in pursuing strife Plugging all your thoughts onto the internet You been bored so long, you started to forget That there's more to life than your right hand And you can make God laugh if you tell Him your plans Always moaning and complaining That's why you're such shit craic at the pub You're always doing nothing It's 'cause there ain't nothing better to do You're always doing nothing It's 'cause there ain't nothing better to do Spending money you ain't got Getting high in the afternoon Always moaning and complaining That's why you're such shit craic at the pub Paul called ya Said, "Do you wanna go out tonight?" For what? (For nothing at all) Cheap talk and expensive pints? For what? (For nothing at all) For what? (For nothing at all) For what? (For nothing at all) For what? (For nothing at all) You're always moaning and complaining That's why you're such shit craic at the pub You're always moaning and complaining That's why you're such shit craic at the pub You're always doing nothing That's why you're such shit craic at the pub You're always doing nothing That's why you're such shit craic at the pub Getting high in the afternoon Saying soon you'll make a million Always moaning and complaining That's why you're such shit craic at the pub