Mudhoney

I built forty million miles of strip-malls
And I painted the sky with aerosol
Plugged the hole in your pockets with credit cards
And clouded your eyes with sitcoms
I put the "con" in "convenience," and I string you along
Dont worry your head cause there aint nothing wrong
Dont worry your head cause there aint nothing wrong
Owwwww
I make tiny, starving fingers sew your comfy running shoes
And I make more money than any man could ever use
Been called a cool mother fucker, but Im not that mean
You see Id gladly leave the dregs of the earth to the meek
Dont worry your head cause there aint nothing wrong
Dont worry your head cause there aint nothing wrong