Nothing Better

Suburban nightmares, the city's distraught
You went to school but you never got taught
Nothing worth teaching, nothing worth knowing
You never go anywhere worth going

You just got nothing better to do
So you hang around calling up people who
Wanna get high in the afternoon
And tell you that the Earth is flat

You're always doing nothing
It's 'cause there ain't nothing better to do
You're always doing nothing
It's 'cause there ain't nothing better to do

You been waning on the wrong side of life
Finding too much enjoyment in pursuing strife
Plugging all your thoughts onto the internet
You been bored so long, you started to forget
That there's more to life than your right hand
And you can make God laugh if you tell Him your plans

Always moaning and complaining
That's why you're such shit craic at the pub

You're always doing nothing
It's 'cause there ain't nothing better to do
You're always doing nothing
It's 'cause there ain't nothing better to do

Spending money you ain't got
Getting high in the afternoon
Always moaning and complaining
That's why you're such shit craic at the pub

Paul called ya
Said, "Do you wanna go out tonight?"
For what? (For nothing at all)
Cheap talk and expensive pints?
For what? (For nothing at all)
For what? (For nothing at all)
For what? (For nothing at all)
For what? (For nothing at all)

You're always moaning and complaining
That's why you're such shit craic at the pub
You're always moaning and complaining
That's why you're such shit craic at the pub

You're always doing nothing
That's why you're such shit craic at the pub
You're always doing nothing
That's why you're such shit craic at the pub

Getting high in the afternoon
Saying soon you'll make a million
Always moaning and complaining
That's why you're such shit craic at the pub