I find it difficult to motivate myself It all seems so pointless I'm surrounded by greedy bastards They seem to be everywhere I wish them hell This could be more than just a bad mood How should something change When the problem lies in the human race And I'm part of it I don't see a way out I don't see a way out When did my youthful anger Turned into bitterness There are good people, I know And I am grateful But that can't cheer me up Today, all this hostility gets me down I don't see a way out I'd rather be a lousy dog When did my youthful anger Turned into bitterness I can't stop to ask myself Why am I not getting mad I don't know how things should going to change When the problem lies in the human race I can't stop to ask myself Why am I not getting mad