All That Remains

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
*Break*
They'll laugh about it at the warehouse
Saying I'm so lame
It wrote itself, you can keep the blame
*Verse*
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
And they're tousling
All the worried hair, stay up
There
*Break*
So crazy it just might work
Then we'll quit our jobs
We could be the next group that you rob
Fill: G C Em D X4 (once again, last D is held out double it's duration)
*Verse*
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 thing
In it's nothingness
It gives me space to think I guess
To think less (and less) (and less) (and less)
*Break*
Moving units and tracking charts
Will they ever learn
It isn't who you know it's who you burn
*Outro*
It means nothing
Selling kids to other kids
If they think we changed our tune
I hope we did