Now I don’t know, and it’s hard to explain
But it seems like things are just kind of insane
Because the world is crying
But nobody’s listening
So please leave a message on my cell phone
I see bullets getting better
Biblical weather
And that guy on TV is like a total #ssh#l#
Who are you wearing tonight?
Celebrity fundraiser, tight!
Black ties making wrongs right
How’s your social Band-Aid?
I don’t know much
I don’t know too much
But I know this
sh#t is f#cked up!
I guess it’s all about the dream
The ends justify the means
I’m telling you, sh#t is f#cked up!
You know it’s all about the dream
The ends justify the means
Now thank god for the media, for saving the day
Putting it all into perspective in a responsible way
With more celebrity news
Typical b#llsh#t views
I think we’re losing this fight
Sponsored by Bud Light
And now we’re rockin’ the casbah
And taking the flak
The genie’s out of the bottle, and we can’t put it back
All this stuff
It’s overwhelming my brain
Can you see the storm comin’?
It’s coming this way
I don’t know much
I don’t know too much
But I know this
sh#t is f#cked up!
I guess it’s all about the dream
The ends justify the means
I’m telling you, sh#t is f#cked up!
You know it’s all about the dream
The ends justify the means
Justify the means
Shopping Sprees, RPG’s
Ecstasy
Atrophy
Genocide
Pimp my ride
Politize
Euphemize
Injustice everywhere
Apathy
I don’t care
Hurricanes
Climate change
Huh!
Therapy, I won’t tell
Rehab and LOL
Worldwide calamity
TV Reality
Euthanize, supersize
Death squads and boob jobs
VIP infamy
Gratify instantly
I don’t know much
I don’t know too much
I don’t know much
I don’t know too much
I guess it’s all about the dream
The ends justify the means
I’m telling you, sh#t is f#cked up!
You know it’s all about the dream
The ends justify the means
The means
The means
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