Take a picture, I won't last much longer
I am turning into dust
Or I am melting into the fresh, wet concrete
And when I reach the pearly gates of hell
I'll send those diamonds back up the wishing well
With a note tied to each that reads
Nobody's listening

Wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say
Just complain, complain, complain
Oh complain, complain, complain

Now get lazy with me from the next one in
Put the money in your mouth and swallow it
When your company has to fold
Blame your troubles on the CEO
Because faith is a funny prophetic notion
That God's a drug dealer and he's always holding
He can make you feel alright
With just one small hit of lights

Wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say
Just complain, complain, complain
Oh complain, complain, complain

Keep them coming, I'm used to it
My mind over matter is a morphine drip
And ain't it funny that it comes to this
Hanging off the edge and losing your grip

Wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say
Just complain, complain, complain
Wasting time is all the rage
Those bad ideas won't leave your brain
When you can't control what all the others say
Just complain, complain, complain
Oh complain, complain, complain


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