Here's another song that doesn't matter
Something to play amongst the chatter
In the background expectations for quality are much lower
Heard you didn't like the lyrics
Truth be told it's nice to hear it
Got no one left to impress
So stupid stuff isn't off limits
Glad to play to some more crickets
Guess that's just the family business
You navigate your way through trepidatious states of populated chickens
Thinking, "this isn't really it, is it?"
Begging the farmer for forgiveness
Oh I'm not who you were missing?
Oh you thought that I'd be different?
And if it's you that wants a promise
That life will hand you some good lemons
To make your stand and make a profit
Better check your optimism
Better check those empty pockets
Trust in your postmodernism
Study your map wrote in gossip
And me like I've been who you're missing
Never heard the voice of a generation so monotonous
I'm trying to be famous and I'm trying to be the opposite
I'm trying to stay nameless so that I can remain honest but
Flowers gonna grow, maybe I should be a botanist
Free as a bird singing
You got me under your thumb
I got my world spinning
So you can do what you want
Free as a flea jumping
I got my eyes on the top
I got my world turning
I'm gonna do what I want
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Do what you gotta do for another hit
Take a drag from a stranger's cigarette
Big tobacco's feeling outgrown and they could use your support
Cause you're not scared of dying young
You're gonna do just what you want
You heard ambition is contradicting to everything you think is fun
You're punching in a clock
Cause you ain't no boxer
Cumming in a sock
Cause you ain't no father
Story of your life
But you ain't the author
Don't know what to do
Better cut your losses
Free as a bird singing
You got me under your thumb
I got my world spinning
So you can do what you want
Free as a flea jumping
I got my eyes on the top
I got my world turning
I'm gonna do what I want