Said, "It's the end of days
And we're just hoping for the beachfront property"
Numb with indecision
Daring some asshole to take a swing
I've got 800 dollars
To my name, not sure what it means
Trying to take these bastards
For a quarter of a million, despite
Your mom's protesting
If every city is the same
Doom and gloom under a different name
Maybe we should find our home in one
I hate the rhythm of our lives these days
Stare into a dead space shouting at my phone
Ducking in my seat 'cause someone brought a bag into the movie theater
Everyone shrugs at the same time
Yeah, yeah, we know
You're singing sad to 30-somethings in a bar
Play us some nostalgia songs
'Cause no one really wants to hear about you anymore
I know
If every city is the same
Doom and gloom under a different name
Maybe we should find our home in one
We argue and assign the blame
Not like any of us feel the shame
Count on one hand all the good we've done
Said, "It's the end of days
And you're still pissing in the wind"
Don't believe in God
Figured he'd be a better planner than this
I'm tired anyway
And why the hell would I care?
I'm tired anyway
If every city is the same
Doom and gloom under a different name
Maybe we should find our home in one
We argue and assign the blame
Not like any of us feel the shame
Count on one hand all the good we've done
I'm tired anyway
Why the hell would I care?
I'm tired anyway