If it's a bad day, you try to suffocate.
Another memory... scarred.
If it's a bad case, then you accelerate,
You're in the getaway... car.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh
You don't care about us.
If it's a bad case, you're on the rampage.
Another memory... scarred.
You're at the wrong place, you're on the back page,
You're in the getaway... car.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh.
You don't care about us... oh oh
You don't care about us.
It's your age, It's my rage.
It's your age, It's my rage.
You're too complicated, we should separate it.
You're just confiscating, you're exasperating.
This degeneration, mental masturbation.
Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine.
It's a matter of trust.
It's a matter of trust.
It's a matter of trust.
It's a matter of trust.
Because..
You don't care about us...
You don't care about us...
You don't care about us...
You don't care about us.
It's your age, It's my rage.
It's your age, It's my rage.
Writer(s): Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steven Hewitt
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