Somebody change the topic
From this toxic, misanthropic shit
Sure, it’s a pressure cooker
Salt, no sugar, life has pushed you
So low down into the mud
But people still show up
Easy access to the tragic
Hard to find the hint of magic
Now you’re feeling really batshit
It’s like no matter how bad the
Push goes right into the shove
People still show up
Why is it that when the world is ending
And you didn’t have a friend
It’s the friends you never think to call
Who all roll up with a pickup truck?
People still show up
Heroes might disappoint you
Not everyone’s gonna join you
Don’t let the pain destroy you
Just go where the arrow points you
Free flow till you feel that rush
When people still show up
Yeah they’re gonna try and say
“You really crossed the line
You should have shut your mouth and smiled
‘Cause now you finally went and said too much”
But it was just enough
‘Cause people still show up (People still show up)
People still show up (People still show up)
People still show up
So humor me in my delusions
Might sound like a dumb conclusion
Maybe we aren’t losing
Maybe we know what we’re doing
There’s so many just like us
People still show up
We’ve been hearing for forever
“It ain’t getting any better”
But it’s funny under pressure
When you’re thinking
That you’re out of luck
And out of fucks
People still show up (People still show up)
People still show up (People still show up)
(People still show up)
(People still show up)