paroles de chanson Don't Care at All - ExP

They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)

Well I'm Mr Organised my reputation precedes me
My CV is full of gigs, releases and CDs
Specialise in getting people together it's easy
If things aren't working how they should I tend to get peevey
Cos... I'm trying to make stuff happen
Can't decide how many guys would even be rapping
If I hadn't bothered to grab em and push em in front of a mic
Sit there with a red light, mix it right, give a shite
Is this like, irony, I'm working too hard
But they're cursing me personally cos I work em too hard
I'm not being considerate of their feelings
So it isn't appealing we have a gig in the evening
And in my dealings of group endeavours
I'm nought for four in keeping a motherchuffin' crew together
Cos this guys leaving to here, or someone doesn't like this
Someone's got a virus, someone's double booked five gigs
And I sit, in the middle of it
Being the organiser, manager, baby sitter a bit
Cos musicians are shit, they're very good at being creative
But useless at everything else except complaining
What!? I'm not your parent or
Some kind of boss who sorts your wherewithal
Take some ownership and grow a pair of balls
You make a mountain from something fairly small... But

They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)

People so busy saying they don't give an "F"
Like that's a good thing to feel when you wake or rest
When in fact you should be seizing every minute, yes
Not giving me a reason to get this off my chest
You bloody lay about piss-taking good-for-nothing dosser
Waste of space, nightmare, life draining knobhead
That feels better, I get in a real temper
I forget to be level-headed, temperament's real weathered
And my patience is paper thin
If I've had a bad day in my brain you might say something
And I'll take it the other way
It makes me a bloody pain and maybe why some o't mates broke free to run away
Cos I insist I'm laid back
Chilled out relaxed don't care but face facts
My wife says I'm uptight and a control freak
I had to add that information to a spreadsheet... what?

They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)

Nah, they don't care
Sit doing sweet FA while I'm going spare
Pestering these guys
Sort the set and place and time
Then getting shouted at for requesting a reply
I guess that maybe I am the root cause
I'm the one that set up the group cos
I need support as my self esteem's too short
I can justify my lyrics if the crew's sure
And this solo stuff makes me nervous
Once I write a verse I have to write another verse plus
There's just me, I can hide behind no-one
At least if summat needs doing though it gets fucking done
And if this offended you
I never intended to, it's not meant for you
It's meant for me, remember to write more solo
Cos I'm damned if I'm doing any more for them ohh nooooo

They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)
They don't care at all
No they don't care at all
(Oh no they don't)