Apathy

You don't care about anything at all

No the apathy oh the apathy

No the apathy oh the apathy

Oh

I don't understand how you can be so

Yes your piles and piles of filthy clothes

I even write your mistress notes

Oh （**********）

Yes go on laze all day read a book or play

Just keep sighing at your garden flowers

And gaze at your shoes for hours and hours

Oh

Dying relatives you neglect them all

O I dust off your littered sentiments

While I have to sign your documents

Oh （**********）

You don't care about anything at all

No the apathy oh the apathy

No the apathy oh the apathy

That is why I worship you my lord

You are all that I adore