The record store′s on fire
And all that's left is conversation
Conversation, conversation
Kids are running wild
Saying we don′t need an occupation
Occupation, occupation
There goes another one
A father to a son, a friend to a friend
And another waste of time as politicians lie
Again and again, and again and again
Again and again
Oh, my God, yeah
I, I think I've died and gone to hell, and gone to hell
Yeah, I, I think I've died and gone to hell, and gone to hell
And I don′t care, and I don′t care
Oh, I don't care ′cause it was hell on earth
Oh, I can smell the coffee from a hundred miles away
And she's run out of cigarettes, she smokes a pack a day
And everyone′s unhealthy and no one's getting laid
And when I bump into my friends, I don′t know what to say
But there goes another one
A father to a son, a friend to a friend
And another waste of time as politicians lie
Again and again, and again and again, and again and again
Oh, my God, yeah
I, I think I've died and gone to hell, and gone to hell
Yeah, I, I think I've died and gone to hell, and gone to hell
And I don′t care, and I don′t care
Oh, I don't care ′cause it was hell on earth
And I don't care, and I don′t care
Oh, I don't care ′cause it was hell on earth
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, I've been practicing every single day
Just so I've got something interesting to say
Turns out when you grow up, you still don′t know the way
And I, I think I′ve died and gone to hell, and gone to hell
Yeah, I, I think I've died and gone to hell, and gone to hell
And I don′t care, and I don't care
And I don′t care 'cause it was hell on earth
And I don′t care, and I don't care
Oh, I don't care ′cause it was hell on earth
Writer(s): Kieran Shudall
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