C
We'll end up numb from playing video games
               F              Em
and we'll get sick of having sex.
               C
And we'll get fat from eating candy;
        F                  Em
as we drink ourselves to death.
        C
We'll stay up late making mix tapes,
                  F                    Em
photo-shopping pictures of ourselves;
            C
while we masturbate to these pixelated images
       F                    Em
of strangers fucking themselves.

C                F             Em
We are very busy people,
C                F             Em
We are very busy people.

         C
There's crusty socks and stacks of pizza boxes
        F                          Em
making trails straight to the bed.
          C                                                    F
And when we're done sleeping we'll stay busy dreaming of the things
                Em
we don't have yet.
                C
Well there's a long list of chores and shit to do
                               F                  Em
before we play, oh let's just piss away the day (Piss away the day)
                C
Prank call the cops down at the station, just for friendly conversation,
            F                     E
requesting songs they never play;     Let's hear the one that goes like:
C                F             Em
We are very busy people,
C                F             Em
We are very busy people;

                       C                     F
But we've always got time for new friends.
            C
So come on over and knock on our door, it's open what you waiting for?
    F
We might be sprawled out on the floor but we still make lovely company.
     C
Pull up a chair, I'll pour some tea, we'll shoot the shit, 'bout everything,
      F                                               C
till you get sick of politics and flip on the TV screen,
     F
we stare at the TV screen.

             C
That Donnie Darko DVD has been repeating for a week,
            F                   Em
and we know every single word. (every single word)
         C
I got an iPod like a pirate ship,
                                      F                   Em
I'll sail the sea with fifty thousand songs I never heard

And all the best of them go

C                                           F       Em
La la, la la la la - La la, la la la la

C                                           F       Em
La la, la la la la - La la, la la la la