Indictment

I just wrote the dumbest song It's gonna be a sing along All our friends will clap and sing Our enemies will laugh and be pointing It won't bother me What the thoughtless are thinking I am more concerned with what we're drinking They'll laugh about it at the warehouse Saying I'm so lame It wrote itself You can keep the blame It'll be a happy song Not unlike some other ones While everyone's depressed and broke I get high off your sick jokes Ha ha ha They're colossal They're tousling All the worried hair Stay up there So crazy it just might work Then we'll quit our jobs We could be the next group that you rob There are times for being dumb This must be one of them I'd like to know what's so wrong With a stupid, happy song? It says many things in it's nothingness It gives me space to think, I guess To think less And less Moving units and tracking charts Will they ever learn? It isn't who you know, it's who you burn It means nothing Selling kids to other kids If you think we changed our tune, I hope we did