Can’t Be Bothered

Queuing up for leaflets
'How to Get Ahead'
Well, one man grumbles next to me
"That's the one I never read
But no one tells me what I need
So it doesn't really bother me."

Outside someone sweeps the road
I ask, "Is it good pay?"
"Throw that leaflet in the bin and ask some other day
I do my job to make ends meet. Reasons, they don't bother me."

In the lineup by the sign that says
'Wait here until it comes'
Everyone is standing in the rain
Doing mental sums
The fare has just gone up again
So the weather doesn't bother them

The bus is late again
The driver smiles, he knows
That the people who complain at him will thank him when they go
"Well I get paid, and they pay me
So it doesn't really bother me."

A kid walks down the pavement
Kicking stones and cans
His mother slaps him harder
To make him understand
"You can try and impress your friends
But it doesn't really bother them."

And his friends are laughing loudly
But they're feeling just like him
There's always someone bigger
Who tells you, "You can't win."
So they hang around in groups of ten
Pretending nothing bothers them

A man slumped in the corner
Was talking A to Zed
About where he'd been and what he'd done
And why all his friend were dead
"I know I drink too much," said he
"But now it doesn't bother me."

Nothing bothered anyone
So I wondered, "Who am I
To be the only person
To ever wonder why?"
And someone said I was in the way
"Does it bother you?"
"No, it's okay."
"Does it really bother you?"
"No, it's o...kay."