Sense

It's in vogue to be feckless When it comes to the mother taking care of us I know it's so conventional But it don't make no sense at all But in fact it's a pattern Everything I hear will always make me ashen I know it's recognizable But it don't make no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all People pay for their coupe But they can't pay their taxes for the freeway I know it's so predictable But it don't make no sense at all And some people say it's on their radar But they drive a million miles in their fast car I know it's so invisible But it don't make no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all But in fact it's a pattern Everything I hear will always make me ashen I know it's recognizable But it don't make no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all, oh Ooh, no, no, no sense at all