Well, here' it is. No t6her way to say it.
And I know, for you, it ain't all that fair
But hell, at this point I really don't care
Don't want to hear 'bout your miserable life
'Bout your joys, problems, an' things with your wife
Money, no money,
he's sick, she's ticked,
An' he's such a fool
And I don't give a damm 'bout no Golden rule
Leave me alone, 'less you really want to listen
If not, leave me to my own existence
No thanks, you won't be needin' my assistance
Don't want to hear it and neither do you
Don't really care 'bout what they do
If we really all had something reasonable to say
Then we'd maybe all hear but that' be the day
It's all about bein' mutual you know
I've ha