We Give a Rat’s Ass
New Bomb Turks
I care about something
I care about nothing
It doesn’t mean I couldn’t care less
‘Cause I care less about you
Priorities, well I got mine
Strategies, I’m planning mine
Say you're lost, go fuck yourself
I found myself, it feels like hell
I got my eyes open
I got my eyes crossed
I see the world like it really is
More fucked than I ever thought
Unhappiness, well fuck it all
You get pissed I’m having a ball
Think you’re mixed up, I'm the blender
Oh Melinda, I’m a solid sender