Lack of possessions makes mass depression
It makes recessions, we learn the lessons
We feed the peasants, now the comfort’s pleasant
So we scare the pheasants, now the baby’s crying
I don’t mind, the baby’s crying
I don’t mind, the baby’s crying
I don’t mind, the baby’s crying
I don’t mind
Driving a road that’s one way
I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
Saving it six years for two days
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
Living your life on the other man
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
This ain’t mine, this is your plan
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
The paper’s wet, so let’s forget
The musing threats the jesters made
To feed the prey, it is our day
It’s planet Earth of a pleasant state
The baby’s crying, I don’t mind
The baby’s crying, I don’t mind
The baby’s crying, I don’t mind
The baby’s crying
Begging the sun to keep the lights on
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
Today eating and drinking is a clear con
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
Killing a man for a soufflé
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
The priceless art, touché
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
The baby’s crying, no I don’t
The baby’s crying, no I don’t
The baby’s crying, no I don’t
The baby’s crying, no I don’t
The baby’s crying, no I don’t
The baby’s crying, no I don’t
The baby’s crying, no I don’t
The baby’s crying
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind
But I don’t mind, no, I don’t mind