I wanna be

The richest American

I wanna live

Out on the street



So many reasons

To just do nothing

To walk around

Like you're out on your feet



So here we are

Now running in circles

We shoulda listened

To H.G. Wells



We're living in

The age of frustration

We're giving in

But we can't even tell



And all you need

Is one good reason

One good reason

You don't believe



You want a mapped out

Blank Existance

So you don't feel stupid

Before you leave



Everybody's here but nobody showed up



A is for apathy

For apathy

For apathy



A is for apathy

For apathy

For apathy



For apathy

for apathy

For apathy



For apathy

for apathy

For apathy



I wanna be

The richest American

I wanna live

Out on the street



So many reasons

To just do nothing

Don't walk around

Like your out on your feet



Everybodys here but nobody showed up

Everybodys here but nobody showed up



A is for Apathy

For Apathy

For Apathy



A is for Apathy

For Apathy

For Apathy



Just do nothing



A is for Apathy

For Apathy

For Apathy



A is for Apathy

For Apathy

For Apathy



A is for Apathy

For Apathy

For Apathy



A is for Apathy

For Apathy

For Apathy



(Green says go

Blood red stop

You gotta hit the bottom

Before you hit the top



So make the call

Which side you on

Back with the weak

Go down with the strong)



(Do you understand

Its not too late!)





[Thanks to lj7688@hotmail.com for these lyrics]