Be Blasé

I was someone who
Put a lot of faith
In what I saw and what I heard
There were persons who
Said they were my frieds
And I took them at their word

I was fooled and I was tricked and
These friends were hand-picked so
What can you do? What can you say?
Only thing to do is be blasé

No one's happy in the modern world
Jean-Paul Sartre told us that
Despite the loads of rhetoric
He was talking through his hat
There's an exit
There's a throughway
Here's the word it's be blasé

Riding on the streetcar
Not going very far
Someone pats me on the head
Someone who I thought was dead
He says: "It's time to go to bed."
This is what I said:
"You were thirty when I was three
What the hell do you want with me?"

The only way to spare yourself
The angst of the modern world
A look of nonchalance
Sunglasses de rigeur
Evasive policy
Be blasé