Fuck Me, I Guess

Does it really matter? All the noise All the chatter The lights come on and the vermin scatter They already took what was on the platter Hiding behind a desk Stylish jackets on the chest Pens tipped with poison To sign our checks It all ends up back in the vest When do iii get to rest? Fuck me, I guess [instrumental break] Does it really matter? All the noise All the chatter The lights come on and the vermin scatter Already distracted us from what matters Manufactured hatred To fund their quest Pay for our health until death Go to school For a life of debt When do iii get to rest? Fuck me, I guess Fuck me, I guess