Get out of your bed In the back of your head You think "what's the point?" And it fills you with dread Oh cosmic deity Won't you liberate me From useless free will I wouldn't rather be Useful Am I useful? If I'm truthful I'm not that sure Useful Am I useful? If I'm truthful I'm not that sure From Paris to Perth My entire self worth Has been built on a vacuous vain idle curse When all stripped away Who cares what I say? I'm not a profit I'm a poet for pain Useful Am I useful? If I'm truthful I'm not that sure Useful Am I useful? If I'm truthful I'm not that sure Useful Am I useful? If I'm truthful I'm not that sure