Soapbox from Shallow by whatever...

I sit and ponder, no ideas come to mind
No righteous new crusade to sell in three minutes' time
I'm sure there's something wrong here
That should make me want to kill
But for the life of me, I don't know what that is.

It's no surprise, I should have realized
I'll get down off my soapbox, because awareness doesn't sell
It's a lie, "Hey, kid, don't even try
You'll find that your idealistic rambling
Will get you into trouble someday."

Follow the system, friend, the way that you've been told
Don't worry if it seems it's your integrity you've sold
Who cares about the government?
Who cares about the war?
We just need sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll!

• Punk
• pop punk
• punk pop
• socio-political
• Cleveland