The Smith Street Band - Profiteering lyrics
[The Smith Street Band - Profiteering lyrics]
Everything's fucked everything's fine
Everyone sucks everyone's lying
The converts are the most devout
They don’t always know
What they’re talking about
I remember sitcom end scene
Door-closed lovers
I remember soft fade-outs on
Clean white covers
And you don’t want to talk about it
And you don’t want to talk about it
(You don’t want to talk about it)
And you don’t want to talk about it
(You don’t want to talk about it)
And you don’t want to talk about it
Everyone cares everyone, sing
Everyone here’s profiteering
Some things feel worse
Some things still sting
Progress will hurt, but we’re progressing
Be a good man among poorly raised men
Don’t know how I can be vulnerable again
And you don’t want to talk about it
You don’t want to talk about it
(Everyone cares)
You don’t want to talk about it
(Everyone sings)
You don’t want to talk about it
(Everyone here’s)
You don’t want to talk about it
(Profiteering)
You don’t want to talk about it
Lip service paid to my mental state
Means nothing to say
It was always ending this way
I know I’m not real and I’m just a cartoon
But you don't know how it
Feels to be escaping you
And everything's fucked, and nothing is fine
And everyone sucks, and everyone's lying
Yeah, we’re still broke
But we’re gonna be fine i’m finding my hope
But these things take time
I’m finding my hope
But these things take time
I’m finding my hope
But these things take time
Everyone sucks everyone's lying
The converts are the most devout
They don’t always know
What they’re talking about
I remember sitcom end scene
Door-closed lovers
I remember soft fade-outs on
Clean white covers
And you don’t want to talk about it
And you don’t want to talk about it
(You don’t want to talk about it)
And you don’t want to talk about it
(You don’t want to talk about it)
And you don’t want to talk about it
Everyone cares everyone, sing
Everyone here’s profiteering
Some things feel worse
Some things still sting
Progress will hurt, but we’re progressing
Be a good man among poorly raised men
Don’t know how I can be vulnerable again
And you don’t want to talk about it
You don’t want to talk about it
(Everyone cares)
You don’t want to talk about it
(Everyone sings)
You don’t want to talk about it
(Everyone here’s)
You don’t want to talk about it
(Profiteering)
You don’t want to talk about it
Lip service paid to my mental state
Means nothing to say
It was always ending this way
I know I’m not real and I’m just a cartoon
But you don't know how it
Feels to be escaping you
And everything's fucked, and nothing is fine
And everyone sucks, and everyone's lying
Yeah, we’re still broke
But we’re gonna be fine i’m finding my hope
But these things take time
I’m finding my hope
But these things take time
I’m finding my hope
But these things take time