Lyrics:

I wanna be
The richest American
I wanna live
Out on the street

So many reasons
To just do nothing
To walk around
Like you're out on your feet

So here we are
Now running in circles
We shoulda listened
To H.G. Wells

We're living in
The age of frustration
We're giving in
But we can't even tell

And all you need
Is one good reason
One good reason
You don't believe

You want a mapped out
Blank Existance
So you don't feel stupid
Before you leave

Everybody's here but nobody showed up

A is for apathy
For apathy
For apathy

A is for apathy
For apathy
For apathy

For apathy
for apathy
For apathy

For apathy
for apathy
For apathy

I wanna be
The richest American
I wanna live
Out on the street

So many reasons
To just do nothing
Don't walk around
Like your out on your feet

Everybodys here but nobody showed up
Everybodys here but nobody showed up

A is for Apathy
For Apathy
For Apathy

A is for Apathy
For Apathy
For Apathy

Just do nothing

A is for Apathy
For Apathy
For Apathy

A is for Apathy
For Apathy
For Apathy

A is for Apathy
For Apathy
For Apathy

A is for Apathy
For Apathy
For Apathy

(Green says go
Blood red stop
You gotta hit the bottom
Before you hit the top

So make the call
Which side you on
Back with the weak
Go down with the strong)

(Do you understand
Its not too late!)