[Intro – lazy country guitar, spoken] They say life's about finding yourself... I've been looking forty-nine years. Turns out I was in the kitchen. Forgot what I went in there for, though. Ah well... [Verse 1] I spent half my life looking for answers, Turns out they changed all the questions. Bought things I didn't need with money I didn't have To impress some bloke I never even liked. They said wisdom comes with age, Well, I'm still patiently waiting. Walked into the kitchen for something important, Now I'm stood by the fridge contemplating. I've worried about tomorrow, I've regretted yesterday, Missed half of bloody today Thinking what everybody else might say. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe life's not some great puzzle We're supposed to understand. Maybe everybody's winging it With Google in their hand. [CHORUS] So what the fuck do I know? I'm just making it up as I go. Spinning on a rock through an infinite sky, Paying council tax till the day that I die. We argue who's right, We worry who's wrong, Then we're gone in eighty years And the universe carries on. So pour the coffee, kiss somebody, Turn the bloody music up. If this is the meaning of life... Maybe living is enough. [Electric guitar lick] [Verse 2] We buy watches that count every heartbeat Then complain that we haven't got time. Take pictures of dinner for strangers Before tasting the bloody thing ourselves. We've got thousands of online friends We wouldn't recognise down the pub, And couples sit together on the sofa Sending each other videos of dogs. We chase money to buy freedom, Then work so much we're never free. Spend years trying to look successful For people we'd cross the road not to see. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe happiness ain't waiting At the end of some grand plan. Maybe it's chips on a Friday, And someone who still holds your hand. [CHORUS] What the fuck do I know? I'm just making it up as I go. Spinning on a rock through an infinite sky, Paying council tax till the day that I die. We argue who's right, We worry who's wrong, Then we're gone in eighty years And the universe carries on. So pour the coffee, kiss somebody, Turn the bloody music up. If this is the meaning of life... Maybe living is enough. [BREAKDOWN – bass, stomp and dirty guitar] [Spoken Country-Rap] Aristotle had theories, Socrates asked why. Nietzsche stared into the abyss— I lose my glasses when they're sitting above my eyes. We've got artificial intelligence, Rockets heading into space, But nobody's invented packaging I can open without losing my fucking faith. We've mapped the human genome, Put satellites around the Earth, But I still press the lift button twice Like that'll make the bastard work. We measure every calorie, Every step and every pound, Then drive around the supermarket For ten minutes... Trying to park three metres closer to the ground. [beat stops] Explain that, Plato. [Guitar answers] And everybody's got an opinion, Everybody knows the truth, Everybody knows exactly how Everybody else should live... Funny, isn't it? We're experts on everybody— Except ourselves. [music softens] Maybe that's alright. Maybe we're not here To understand everything. Maybe we're here To experience it. To screw up. To forgive. To laugh until something hurts. To love somebody. And when life knocks us flat... Get back up and have another fucking go. [Drums build] Because one day... There won't be another go. [FINAL CHORUS – huge, joyful] SO WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW? I'm still making it up as I go! Spinning on a rock through an infinite sky, And for once I don't need to know bloody why. Let them argue who's right, Let them worry who's wrong, I'm gonna turn my guitar up And sing my ridiculous song. I'll drink the coffee, kiss somebody, Watch another sunset glow. And if somebody finds the meaning of life... Tell 'em I don't need to know! [Post-Chorus – crowd vocals] Whoa-oh-oh... We're making it up as we go! Whoa-oh-oh... And maybe that's alright! [Electric guitar solo] [Outro – spoken over guitar] So... What's the meaning of life? No fucking idea. But I'm here. You're here. There's coffee in the kitchen... ...if I can remember why I went in there. [guitar sting] What the fuck do I know?
