F**k-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome

Tried to take me down

Making me look like a clown

Something inside of me

Tried to make me pay

For something from yesterday

Broke like a crippled tree

I've got the Fuck-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome

The fucking Fuck-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome

The shit has hit the fan

Ain't got no master plan

When nothing else works out

Buried deep inside

Doesn't bring to light

Just scream out loud

I've got the Fuck-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome

The fucking Fuck-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome

What have I become, since the message I got from you?

I've got the Fuck-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome

The fucking Fuck-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome

No bullshit, Fuck-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome

Stuck with the Fuck-You-I-Don't-Care-Syndrome