Indictment

Indictment

Jawbreaker
(album: 24 Hour Revenge Therapy)

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.
It won´t bother me, what the thoughtless are thinking.
I am more concerned with what we´re drinking.
They´ll laugh about it at the warehouse,
saying I´m so lame. It wrote itself,
you can keep the blame.
It´ll be a happy song, not unlike some other ones.
While everyone´s depressed and broke,
I get high off your sick jokes.
They´re colossal.
They´re tousling all the worried hair. Stay up there.
So crazy it just might work.
Then we´ll quit our jobs.
We could be the next group that you rob.
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?
It says many things in its nothingness.
It gives me space to think, I guess.
To think less. And less.
Moving units and tracking charts.
Will they ever learn?
It isn´t who you know, it´s who you burn.
It means nothing. Selling kids to other kids.
If you think we changed our tune, I hope we did.