The Bag — текст песни (nofx)

Endless evenings of non-exist
Are getting shorter, monotonous
Like an intruder, I belong outside
Although I find myself right back
The same place I was before
Saying things I`d say once more
There`s no reason for me to be here, no
I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends
Who are talking at me,
saying things I could care less about
This dialogue is without
Worth, content, significance
Conversational ambivalence
Hear the same things every night, it just ain`t right
Who`ll be left holding the bag?

Give me something I can`t sink my teeth into
Show me a time, tell me a story
I haven`t heard a million times before
I pass out from boredom
As I watch the people pass
I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating
Are we all living for the past, never realizing
We`re clinging to an empty bag

Lacking content, significance
Conversational ambivalence
Hear the same things every night, it just ain`t right
We`ll see who`s left holding the bag