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Well apathy's got a hold on me And it won't let go Tell me your problem, I'll tell you mine Motherfucker you're gonna know Well I can go for a change Go for a jog Tell me about your rock band Tell me about your job Shut up Shut up Shut up Well Tommy's too young Bobby's too drunk I only can shout one note Chris needs a watch to keep time We'll never find the time to vote And I can for a change Go for a job Tell me about your girlfriend Tell me about your job Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up From Letras Mania