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I REGRET EVERYTHING (2008)
01 Let's Be Vague
02 The Forecast
03 Columbia, MO
04 Mom, I'm Home
05 Possible Improvements for the Human Body
06 Tsunami
07 Sister Act
08 American Songwriter
09 Just Lie Still
10 Life is Too Short
11 The Saddest Story Ever Told
12 Fuck You Dreams
13 Lawrence
14 My Big Balloon
15 Negative Norman
16 Priorities
17 So Humble, So Strong
18 Fortune & Glory
19 Southerner Without His Accent
20 Untitled
I don’t care about the homeless
I don’t care about the rich
I don’t care about “no parking”
I’ll drive into a ditch
I don’t care about my future
I don’t care about my past
I’m content if my belly’s full
And I’m sitting on my ass
I don’t care about your problems
I don’t even care about mine
I don’t care about your hobbies
Unless it involves you dying
I don’t care about my health
And I sure don’t fancy yours
I don’t care about selling things
And bloated department stores
I don’t care about radio
I don’t care about TV
I don’t care about the papers
It’s all cluttered ugly debris

When I was nine I liked Micro-Machines
Now that I'm grow I hate most everything

I don’t care about my job
I don’t care to find a new one
I don’t care about my school
After all, they taught me nothing
Except that this stupid life
Is nasty, brutish, and long
No matter what, you’re fucked
So, I’m forced to play along
I don’t care about religious debates
No one’s gonna win
Hell can’t be much worse than this
So bring on the fucking sin!
I don’t care about my decisions
After all, they’re always wrong
I don’t care about your opinions
Cause like my decisions they’re wrong

When I was nine I liked Micro-Machines
Now that I'm grow I hate most everything

I don’t care about get-togethers
I usually won’t attend
I just care about my sleeping
And my ability to pretend
That all this stupid mess
Is not really happening
And that we live in a practical place
And it’s always fucking spring!
But I don’t care about the weather
I don’t care about the rain
C’mon, God, and drown us all!
I’d like to see that again!

C’mon, God, and drown us all!
There’s too many people to please!
C’mon, God, and drown us all!
Or least give me some disease! (A good one)
I can’t do it for one more day!
So, C’mon, God, and Drown us All!

© FRANK REED RECORDS 2008