Tar...Feathers
Текст песни Counting Sheep

Anyone can go back to sleep
So can I.
If I roll over and start counting sheep
Now what does it matter anyway?
Anyone can sit down and breathe
So can I.
It's not as easy to be at ease with it.
Now what does it matter anyway?
Anyone can waste a day
So can I.
Getting wasted gets too much of a waste in time.
What does it matter anyway?
Anyone can make mistakes
So can I.
If the great mistake left no trace
Does it make it alright?
Or does it matter in a way?

It don't matter much.
That it does matter what matters
Once it does it's too late.
Now what does it matter anyway?

Not much more than what's just a matter of that it does matter at all.

I sure know how to lie on my bed
With nothing in particular going through my head.
All it takes to lie down is having a back
And I sure have one
Look I'm doing it again.
I should know how to get dead drunk every weekend
With nothing in particular going through my head.
I sure know just how
I'm afraid it's all I know
And I'll do it again and again.

It don't matter much.
That it does matter what matters
Once it does it's too late.
Now what does it matter anyway?