Descendents — Sad State of Affairs

It's such a sad state of affairs and I don't care A sad state of affairs It's such a sad state of affairs and I don't care Look at things long enough until they go away But they're still there, aren't they? And each little insect doesn't get me angry And the dirt in the sink gets washed down the drain It's such a sad state of affairs and I don't care A sad state of affairs This place could use a little repair; I don't care The TV on the table says, "listen to me hum" I sit on the sofa with my mind all numb And each little murder doesn't get me angry And the dirt in the sink gets washed down the drain Follow the flow, wherever it goes Down the drain, and everything's clean Follow the flood, where is the blood? Washed away, away from the scene Use your time to memorize the lullaby of the day Process the data and throw it away And each little question doesn't get me thinking And the lies of my life still buzz around my brain