My life is dull It's so contemptible And you're so strange There's just so much to change But i'll keep on breathing anyway Keep on breathing anyway Keep on breathing anyway My life is numb Somewhat lesser when i bum And i'm no good Even if it's understood That i'll keep on seething anyway Keep on seething anyway Keep on seething anyway Who needs today Wishing it away You made a mess of me My life is framed With autobiographical acclaim And you're so odd You must be a messenger from god But i'll keep on unbelieving anyway Cause i'd rather get high on a sunday Keep unbelieving anyway Way Way