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