Indictment

[Verse 1]
I just wrote the dumbest song
It's gonna be a sing along
All our friends will clap and sing
Our enemies will laugh and be pointing

[Chorus]
It won't bother me
What the thoughtless are thinking
I am more concerned with what we're drinking

[Post-Chorus]
They'll laugh about it at the warehouse
Saying I'm so lame
It wrote itself
You can keep the blame

[Verse 2]
It'll be a happy song
Not unlike some other ones
While everyone's depressed and broke
I get high off your sick jokes
(Ha ha ha)

[Chorus]
They're colossal
They're tousling
All the worried hair
Stay up there

[Post-Chorus]
So crazy, it just might work
Then we'll quit our jobs
We could be the next group that you rob

[Verse 3]
There are times for being dumb
This must be one of them
I'd like to know what's so wrong with a stupid, happy song?

[Chorus]
It says many things in its nothingness
It gives me space to think, I guess
To think less and less

[Post-Chorus]
Moving units and tracking charts
Will they ever learn?
It isn't who you know, it's who you burn

[Outro]
It means nothing
Selling kids to other kids
If you think we changed our tune, I hope we did