Albert Camus - Titus Andronicus

Running around this run-down, one-horse town

One of these days, they’re gonna crucify me

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable it is to be young, dumb,

and have lots of money

We will sit upon this grassy knoll

Holding hands and stroking handguns

With pristine souls, and even my own mother will tell you I am an asshole

But underneath it all, there is an apathetic heart of gold

So who will be saved, from the least to the greatest men

Because even Honest Abe sold poison milk to schoolchildren

The blood drive came to Glen Rock High

In a white bus with red letters on the side

And a long shiny needle they brought

To suck me dry like missionary mosquitoes in the sky

Now you’re doing time for stealing candy from a babe

Because all the kids in Ridgewood have got cell phones these days

And if you wear a mask, they can still read your license plate

And a wireless line is a terrible thing to waste

Because the more we think, the less it all makes sense

Tonight we will drink to our general indifference

Lamb of God

We think nothing of ourselves at all

So death, be not proud

Because we don’t give a fuck about nothing

And we only want what we are not allowed