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歌词
You're taking courses
You had a purpose
And now you're fucking around
You had some promise
When you were honest
But now you're fucking around
Don't rock the boat, don't seize the day
Living your life in a very expedient way
Wake up each morning
Severely boring
Since now you're fucking around
You've got excuses
For being useless
But you're just fucking a-ROUND
Your mother's cancer
Your husband's blandness
Have got you fucking around
No excuses, man,
You cannot start again
You're stuck with fucking around
Don't say a word, don't be upset
Just keep on trucking with whatever life you get
How the fuck can you exist
And show such craven cowardice
Are you not sick from what you've got
To make you stop, to make you ever stop
