Listen: I DON’T GIVE A FUCK (ABOUT HANGING ROUND)
How, when we’re making out, do you bring me down? Down.
How, do I feel alone when you’re still around? Around.
I don’t care what you say
I’ve prayed and I’ve slaughtered
And it isn’t nothing I want
The guns in the jungle
Ring in my earlobes
They’re keeping me up all night long
So get a fiancée
Who does economics
Pity that everything’s gone
So baby I don’t give a fuck about hangin’ round
Blessed, with a face so soft, how are you so cold? Cold.
Replete, with a lofty tone and dismissive frown. Frown.
Are you safe from it all
With your stocks and your bonds
And on track to reach all your goals?
Well fries and a shake please
And a house and contents
And please tear me a new asshole
Send in the army
Put oil in your machines
A little bit more couldn’t hurt
Baby I don’t give a fuck about hangin’ round
And I don’t give a fuck
If you hate me ‘cause I’m dutiful
It’s really not anything to me