It's All Bullshit

I'm filled with the anticipation of something that I know
You call me a useless motherfucker while I'm working my fingers to the bone

I know that everybody has used me
I know that everybody has lied
But I take some comfort in knowing the fact that everybody dies

I'm filled with the anticipation of something that I know
You call me a useless motherfucker while I'm working my fingers to the bone

I know that everybody has used me
I know that everybody has lied
But I take some comfort in knowing
All you motherfuckers will die

And I don't have the answers, because it's all bullshit
In fact I don't know the questions, because they are all bullshit
It's all bullshit