Anti-everything Life in Richard Rogers Doorways I care nothing Lives at the bottom of your strung out conscience Mescaline Take the day off, it's cheap for cider I pay for sex in sleeping bags I smell you on me Phased out of your life You're no different from me I tell you anti-everything Love him and hate him both at the same time I care nothing...... .....find a place where you can rest Your sleepy head and won't get pissed with me