I've seen a lone finger waving in the air A simple celebration of self-despair The transmission means nothing This man is unaware All alone in the stadium surviving on welfare Denialism Working for the minimum To the crematorium I'm going nowhere, going nowhere, I'm going nowhere Take me somewhere, take me anywhere Tubular socks sure fit well When they're new and they're fresh, but they, too, will go to hell I will cross every T, I will dot every I For a small sum of cash my doctor will prescribe A dose to make me happy, far from emptiness and shame And if it ever wears off, I'll make sure you feel my pain Every car on the road drives around with a spare And if I had an extra liver I could live without a care Denialism Working for the minimum To the crematorium I'm going nowhere, going nowhere, going nowhere Take me somewhere, take me anywhere See you staring at the ceiling, but there's roaches on the walls When your soul is unfurnished fill it up with alcohol A barren, blank expression with no purpose or intent And if God created men, I am full of discontent Remember the days when a father loved his son I just made a wrong turn, now I'm staring at a gun Existence is so meaningful with TV and a job When she squeezes out three kids and turns into a blob A ship is flying through the air Spraying rain everywhere All six feet are in the air I'm going nowhere, going nowhere, going nowhere Take me somewhere, take me anywhere