Does anybody here have a soul?
Put the thermostat on overdrive, the air is bitter cold
Everywhere I look is nip and tuck
And every song they play in here is vapid as fuck

Well I don't give a shit about the weekend
I don't wanna hear about your car or what you're drinking
Don't know what to make of all of it
The same people claiming "it gets better" treat everyone like shit, and

Everyone sings about leaving, breaking off
But where the hell do they run?
Here we were receiving, giving, making love
'Til some something came undone
Sticking me back at square one

Pigs