There is nothing to see here people keep moving on
Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone
No one cares when the show is done
Standing in line and its cold and you want to go
Remember a joke so you turn around
There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself
I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts
She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself
Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out
It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things
Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground
I try to whisper, so no one figures it out
I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed
It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things