I'm at the store, I'm looking at the floor I calibrate the price tags and regulate the spores It's not fair, but someone's gotta care Put things in their place while the world keeps burnin' I'm such a whore for automatic doors And busted up actors who wash up on the shore And lie there for families to stare Singin' down their scales while the world keeps turnin' So play this At my funeral I already know This one's unoriginal And I feel this It's my curtain call I already know This one's unoriginal I'm white bread, there's nothin' in my head There's someone in the tunnels always lurking at the edge You stand there, the lights in your hair Pure adoration in your stare In your stare You look nice, you all look nice I turn to the crowd and grin like a bear while the world keeps burning So play this At my funeral I already know This one's unoriginal And I feel this It's my wake-up call I already know This one's unoriginal Ooh, I already know This one's unoriginal It's such a bore, it's all been done before I guess that in a nutshell, it's hollow at the core It's not fair, but someone's gotta care Put things in their place while the world keeps
