Guttermouth

I've seen a lone finger waving in the air
A simple celebration of self-despair
The transmission means nothing
This man is unaware
All alone in the stadium surviving on welfare
Denialism
Working for the minimum
To the crematorium
I'm goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere, I'm goin' nowhere
Take me somewhere, take me anywhere
Tubular socks sure fit well
When they're new and they're fresh, but they, too, will go to hell
I will cross every T, I will dot every I
For a small sum of cash my doctor will prescribe
A dose to make me happy, far from emptiness and shame
And if it ever wears off, I'll make sure you feel my pain
Every car on the road drives around with a spare
And if I had an extra liver I could live without a care
Denialism