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La la la la laI wanna be the richest American
I wanna live out on the street
So many reasons to just do nothin'
To walk around like you're out on your feetSo here we are now runnin' in circles
We should have listened to H.G. Wells
We're livin' in the age of frustration
We're givin' in but we can't even tellAnd all you need is one good reason
One good reason you don't believe
You want a mapped out blank existence
So you don't feel stupid before you leaveEverybody's here but nobody showed upA is for apathy
For apathy
For apathyA is for apathy
For apathy
For apathyFor apathy
For apathy
For apathyFor apathy
For apathy
For apathyI wanna be the richest American
I wanna live out on the street
So many reasons to just do nothin'
To walk around like you're out on your feetEverybody's here but nobody showed up
Everybody's here but nobody showed upA is for apathy
For apathy
For apathyA is for apathy
For apathy
For apathyJust do nothin'A is for apathy
For apathy
For apathyA is for apathy
For apathy
For apathyA is for apathy
For apathy
For apathyA is for apathy
For apathy
For apathyGreen says go, blood red stop
You gotta hit the bottom before you hit the top
So make the call which side you're on
Back with the weak, go down with the strong
Songwriters
Adrian Ost;Michael Tempesta;Michael David Cummings;Sigve Sjursen;Adam WilliamsPublished by
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