Lyrics

The meaning of life died today, or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure, and I can't be swayed into thinking there is anything pure. So, quit trying so hard. Why am I here? I don't know, but I'm thoroughly enjoying this cappuccino, and you're thoroughly annoying, you second rate musician. I'm trying to read Kafka and Dostoevsky. Get out of my face! Don't you know there's a reason why we call this place.

We call it Café Go Away. You're in danger.
I just lobbed my copy of The Stranger
At your head while you were trying to play.
Take down the sign that says, "Welcome to Café Go Away".

I almost enjoyed that last song you sang, but I refuse to admit it, 'cause the room was absent of cheers. Bottom line: I'm an existentialist, and I make a nihilist look like Captain Planet and the Planeteers. I don't give a shit about the songs you sing, and I don't give a shit about you, even if you have something to say which I don't think you do. You might want to duck. Look out! Here comes Camus.

This is Café Go Away. You're in danger.
I just lobbed my copy of The Stranger
At your head while you were trying to play.
Take down the sign that says, "Welcome to Café Go Away".

And if you die, I pray to the God I don't believe in, "please let it be my fault." 'Cause I'd feel no remorse; I'm just like Meursault,
And I'm going to complain to the manager not to let you back in here.

Back in Café Go Away. You're in danger.
I just lobbed my copy of The Stranger
At your head while you were trying to play.
Take down the sign that says, "Welcome to
Café Go Away. It's poetic.
You're informative. I'm apathetic.
This is my place. These are my peers.
Your meaning songs have fallen on deaf ears.
Take your preachings somewhere else, I pray.
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