Get out of your bed In the back of your head You think: What's the point? And it fills you with dread Oh, cosmic deity Won't you liberate me From useless free will I wouldn't rather be Useful Am I useful? If I'm truthful I'm not that sure Useful Am I useful? If I'm truthful I'm not that sure From Paris to Perth My entire self-worth Has been built on a vacuous vain idle curse When all stripped away Who cares what I say? I'm not a profit I'm a poet for pain Useful Am I useful? If I'm truthful I'm not that sure Useful Am I useful? If I'm truthful I'm not that sure Useful Am I useful? If I'm truthful I'm not that sure