G Drifting through Bm the teeming masses
G Of Friday nights Bm and drunken snatches
A At a happiness, Em+B2 ill conceived
A Reward still pending, EmB2 not received
A lonely rebellion is our group of teens
We fight on issues like not enough weed
And escape to nowhere, wherever we can
The rebate is nothing, our paradise bland
C Will nobody curl up with me?
Em Jus’ fulfil my meagre old dreams
Am Will nobody curl up with me?
Em And take away my apathy?
