A nice placid rant rains down on me like napalm
Seems this afternoon's shitstorm is blowing in
Okay, you're right - I know nothing about
All these things you've already told me
So close and yet so far
You see, this is how we like it
We've got comfortable discontentment
Literally down to a science
Oh tell me again, the one about how
You've completely missed the point
God is such a prankster
He'll be the death of us all, I'm sure
