I don’t care for your revolution I don’t know the day of the week But I’ll be your utmost trusted absentee
I’m so over your personal crisis Let me know if our state secedes But you’ll probably never hear from me
So mark me condemned, and mark me as vacant I’m out of mind and I’m out of sight Strikethrough my name, forget my location I’ll stage a coup when the timing’s right
I’ll wake up to a new national language I’ll sleep in while the coasts recede TV movie, you can have my story free
I’m so over your sovereign nation And your block party best move along Your injustices make me yawn