Don't Care at All

They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) Well I'm Mr Organised my reputation precedes me My CV is full of gigs, releases and CDs Specialise in getting people together it's easy If things aren't working how they should I tend to get peevey Cos... I'm trying to make stuff happen Can't decide how many guys would even be rapping If I hadn't bothered to grab em and push em in front of a mic Sit there with a red light, mix it right, give a shite Is this like, irony, I'm working too hard But they're cursing me personally cos I work em too hard I'm not being considerate of their feelings So it isn't appealing we have a gig in the evening And in my dealings of group endeavours I'm nought for four in keeping a motherchuffin' crew together Cos this guys leaving to here, or someone doesn't like this Someone's got a virus, someone's double booked five gigs And I sit, in the middle of it Being the organiser, manager, baby sitter a bit Cos musicians are shit, they're very good at being creative But useless at everything else except complaining What!? I'm not your parent or Some kind of boss who sorts your wherewithal Take some ownership and grow a pair of balls You make a mountain from something fairly small... But They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) People so busy saying they don't give an "F" Like that's a good thing to feel when you wake or rest When in fact you should be seizing every minute, yes Not giving me a reason to get this off my chest You bloody lay about piss-taking good-for-nothing dosser Waste of space, nightmare, life draining knobhead That feels better, I get in a real temper I forget to be level-headed, temperament's real weathered And my patience is paper thin If I've had a bad day in my brain you might say something And I'll take it the other way It makes me a bloody pain and maybe why some o't mates broke free to run away Cos I insist I'm laid back Chilled out relaxed don't care but face facts My wife says I'm uptight and a control freak I had to add that information to a spreadsheet... what? They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) Nah, they don't care Sit doing sweet FA while I'm going spare Pestering these guys Sort the set and place and time Then getting shouted at for requesting a reply I guess that maybe I am the root cause I'm the one that set up the group cos I need support as my self esteem's too short I can justify my lyrics if the crew's sure And this solo stuff makes me nervous Once I write a verse I have to write another verse plus There's just me, I can hide behind no-one At least if summat needs doing though it gets fucking done And if this offended you I never intended to, it's not meant for you It's meant for me, remember to write more solo Cos I'm damned if I'm doing any more for them ohh nooooo They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't) They don't care at all No they don't care at all (Oh no they don't)