If the soul survives, like I do every summer and
I’m still a fucking bummer? Then
Everyone I know is still alive by
No choice of mine
I know exactly what I did
I opted out by never really opting-in
And never really thought I would survive
Nothing new, under Sun and Moon
And this just can’t be right
Since the right co-opted nihilism, I’ll decide not to decide
I’m still my father’s son, only ever looking out for number one
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Who knew life could be anything but?
Fell every tree in the forest
Put a bullet in every poet
Flatten every mountain
Level every hill
You’d best believe it
'Cause they fucking will
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Who knew life could be anything but?
