I don't really know What to think anymore I just watched the news Is it war And I'm so aware That my immediate despair But I still read the news On my phone Lost your tumblers In pyjamas Tell your boss its bad news I've still got political views I know they hoped it was just a phase But they were wrong and I could pass for days I don't exercise Nearly as much as I should And I still judge myself By the standards I held in my youth As my head fades away And my body decays I still watch the news Is it war Losing in the space race But playing a fake game Tell your boss it's bad news I've still got political views I know they hoped it was just a phase But they were wrong and I could pass for days I wasn't made to be cynical And the proportions go biblical I know that is difficult And it hard to see Any way through the current events Feels like we made our beds That's something we must accept Tell your boss it's bad news I've still got political views I know they hoped it was just a phase But they were wrong and I could pass for days Bad news Just a phase