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Apathy and Exhaustion (The Lawrence Arms) · American Apathy Reloaded (Dope) · American Apathy [Clean] (Dope) · Apathy Is Worse Than Hatred (Chinese Happy) · American Apathy (Dope) · American Apathy [Bonus CD] (Dope) · Back to Back (Tina Turner) · Back 2 Back Hits (The Raspberries) · Back to Back Hits: Christmas (Nancy Wilson) · Back to Back Baritones (Leo Parker) – and 90 other albums »


of the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy one-upmanship order

Superficially smiling a shake of the hand
As soon as the back is turned
beautiful insanity
The apathy's surrounding me
Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away this time

And we'll never get back what we 
Gave away, when we
shack
Used to stop outside o' my door
But now the milk train doesn't stop by here anymore
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

Now I still
sympathy 
I'm just frightened by this apathy 
Like footsteps way in back of me 
On a narrow street of stone 
And if time will answer all questions 
Then
the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
Treacled in apathy
All worries swept away
By one so simple act of annihilation
And I've not cried like this
And I've not felt this calm

Meet murder my
, la-la-la-la-la.

Back with my wife in Tennessee, when one day she called to me,
"Virgil, quick, come see: there goes the Robert E. Lee!"
Now, I don't mind
Sickened by this apathy . the problems sit in front of our eyes, but we do not see . we turn our backs to where the solutions lie . destroy all that
THE CRACK IN A HAND
FULL PAINTING ON A MURAL IN A FOREIGN LANDFILL
MIND CONTROLLED BY THE PULLEY OF THE STRINGS
SO REMOTE THE VIEW FROM THE PUTTETRY SWINGSET
came
Swept away in a tidal wave
Could be all of you, still awake at noon
Blew my chances in a tragic flurry, sweeping apathy
Buy all my food from
the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
plea?
He says, son, you come like a beggar in the street
You might make it, boy, but by the skin of your teeth
You might make it, boy, but by the skin
La la la! La la la!
La la la! La la la!
La la la! La la la!
La la la! La la la!

There's a fracture in the color bar
In the backseat
laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Cain back up when he's in defeat

The night they drove old Dixie down
surrounding me
Don't close your eyes or we'll fade, away

This time
And we'll never get back what we gave away
When we stare at the fire in our eyes

Don't
clear his flute and sadly walks forward followed by the day
Herald of morning walks across the earth eternally
Oh

Ah
And somewhere in the black
lies.
I can hear it in the back of my mind.
Over and over again.
(I wanna do it again)

Late nights and early lights.
Never thought it would come
back yard
Battered women and children scarred
The apathy here is amoral fear

Influence of power in the wrong hands
Resorting to torture,
him by the hand

Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on
Ob la di ob la da life goes on bra
La la how the life goes
And hey say, young man, there's no need to cry
Because I know you will get by
Look your destiny in the eye

Ooh everyday my heart burns to try
You got
Lydia. 
La la la La la la La la la La la la
 
Come along and see Buff'lo Bill with his lasso
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso
Here is Captain
la la la la la la"

 Back with my wife in Tennessee
 One day she came to me
 "Virgil, Look, come see! There goes Robert E. Lee!"
 Well I don't
at you, looking at me
With the wind strapped to our backs
Flying as high as a bird in the sky
Don’t get much better than that

[Chorus]
And we sang