Fake Problems - Complaint Dept. lyrics

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 dimes 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 it from the next one in
Put your money in your mouth and swallow it
When your company has to fold
Blame your troubles on the CEO

Because faith is a funny, pathetic 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 'em 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
Oh, 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