Lyrics
I've got bullshit on the brain
And I'm just making sure these thrills will keep me sane
Awake in someone else's dream
Another extra in a bad deleted scene
A bad vibe
I'm not a lazy kind of guy
But I'm always making sure this couch is working fine
'Cause I've been living in my jeans
But it's all simulated, nothing's as it seems
A fine line
(Yeah) It's a shit, wicked world and we're sick of it
(Yeah) It's a shit, wicked world and we're sick of it
(Yeah) We're sick of it
The air is cooking us away
And everybody seems to think that it's okay
But you're not worrying enough
(Are you worrying enough now?)
You're just a product of the times and out of touch with real life
(Yeah) It's a shit, wicked world and we're sick of it
(Yeah) It's a shit, wicked world and we're sick of it
(Yeah) We're sick of it