It’s funny
Playing God with
Someone else’s money
Ain’t it sad

The ladder
To the moon’s so tall
It doesn’t matter
Ain’t it sad

So let’s sit in our chairs
We can watch some tv
Learn to be afraid of something arbitrary
World’s supposed to end sometime mid-next week

Praying that the kids make it home from school
They’re saying that the sun might burn us through
Maybe we should kill our neighbors
For what they think

I don’t think that I should be
The one who has to sort all of this out
I’ve gotta work tomorrow
And I want to stay here on my couch

And I’m not qualified
A loser ’til the day he died
All I want is to be left alone ’til then

They’re ugly
Steal our soul then
Show us something funny
Ain’t it said

I’m broken
Mind heart spirit
God forbid you throw in
Ain’t it sad