You don't care about anything at all No the apathy, oh the apathy Oh the apathy, oh the apathy I don't understand how you can be so Yes your piles and piles of filthy clothes I even write your mistress notes 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 Dying relatives, you neglect them all Oh, I dust off your littered sentiments While I have to sign your documents You don't care about anything at all No the apathy, oh the apathy Oh the apathy, oh the apathy That is why I worship you my lord You are all that I adoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
