Låttexter
The months don't matter, they're laughing at you
And I'll stay in bed if I want to
Well, is it Monday? Let it be Sunday
I think a diary would help, don't you?
The morning, the menu, the menial grime
I wish I could care but I don't have the time
'Cause I'm leading the apathy revolution
And my stamp-sized shopping list will have to wait
Come and join me in my apathy revolution
Don't forget your shoes, and don't be late
I like the late bus, I'm lacking focus
And I'll drive you to disraction
Is revolution your one solution?
To drive me into false action
My phone bill, my finance, my fridge is a mess
I should sort it out, but I couldn't care less
And I'm leading the apathy revolution
And my stamp-sized shopping list will have to wait
Come and join me in my apathy revolution
Don't forget your shoes, and don't be late
Revolution, revolution
Revolution, revolution
Revolution, revolution
Revolution, revolution
'Cause I'm leading the apathy revolution
And my stamp-sized shopping list will have to wait
Come and join me in my apathy revolution
Don't forget your shoes, and don't be late
