Oh well, I'm ignorant But not to the fact that I'm ignorant, of course I know that, I'm indifferent I don't care to know what I don't I don't care 'til I'm coming home And my dad tell me some shit about when he my age, he was doing shit Protesting about

Over and over again Tell me slowly Down in your heart, you know better Same old story Nobody's buying There ain't any truth to it The fact is you're lying But I'm getting used to it Promising we'll stay together

See when it starts to fall apart Man, it really falls apart Like boots or hearts, oh when they start Forty things we share The fact that we don't care They really fall apart, well fall apart Well I think that there's a problem here Her voice just don't

Well just me and my wine Oh, well I'm down in the alley of sally And I'm feeling my way And it's four in the morning I don't have a lot I can say I know I'm looking for some satisfaction But there ain't much news