Lyrics

I was someone who Put a lot of faith In what I saw and what I heard There were persons who Said they were my frieds And I took them at their word I was fooled and I was tricked and These friends were hand-picked so What can you do? What can you say? Only thing to do is be blasé No one's happy in the modern world Jean-Paul Sartre told us that Despite the loads of rhetoric He was talking through his hat There's an exit There's a throughway Here's the word it's be blasé Riding on the streetcar Not going very far Someone pats me on the head Someone who I thought was dead He says: "It's time to go to bed." This is what I said: "You were thirty when I was three What the hell do you want with me?" The only way to spare yourself The angst of the modern world A look of nonchalance Sunglasses de rigeur Evasive policy Be blasé