Y Que Mas Da?

So...
We crashed the party at the last supper
Planes collide, never the planets
We're fierce paper tigers
God once again named worst employee of the month...

So what?
So what?

Destiny's nipples left without milk
'Eat glass on Monday,' Friday told me
Death doesn't usually tip its hat
It's not that the world is so bad, but it's always so full

So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?
So what?

We gather little trash in the eye of the soul
We fly on our knees, dream on our backs
Passion is a rottweiler, love a dog bed
And as for home, I'd say we're not short on vaccines...

So what?
So what?
So what?