 I get tired and upset
And I'm trying to care a little less
And I googoo, I only get depressed
I was taught to touch those issues I as told
Don't worry, there's no doubt
There's always something to cry about
When you're stuck in an angry crowd
They don't think what they say before they open their mouths
Pack up your drama and your old, big bag
And carry them to see the sea
I don't care what the people may say
What the people may say 'bout me
Pack up your drama and your old, big bag
Don't worry about the cavalry
I don't care what the whispers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me
Hot topic, maybe I should drop it
It's a touchy subject
And I like to tiptoe 'round, the ship gone down
Got penny, no pound
So if your business is running out
It's not my business to talk about
They don't think what to say when they open their mouths
Pack up your drama and your old, big bag
And carry them to see the sea
I don't care what the people may say
What the people may say 'bout me
Pack up your drama and your old, big bag
Don't worry about the cavalry
I don't care what the whispers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
Pack up your drama and your old, big bag
And carry them to see the sea
I don't care what the people may say
What the people may say 'bout me
Pack up your drama and your old, big bag
Don't worry about the cavalry
I don't care what the whispers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
Switch to Russian 
