Doesn't Mean Anything

You're looking at life through the wrong end by the telescope You see a sandfly on a slippery slope On the claws of death, in the back of your mind Everything exists in some shape or form Because you like to know your feelings And you like to do your thing And the whole world that's around you Doesn't mean anything Inner-city live, living with tracker dogs Too much information, running wild, that's what you buy All you got now is your precious time You live your life high, wondering why Because you like to know your feelings And you like to do your thing And the whole world that's around you Doesn't mean anything Because you like to know your feelings And you like to do your thing And the whole world that's around you Doesn't mean anything Because you like to know your feelings And you like to do your thing And the whole world that's around you Doesn't mean anything Doesn't mean anything Doesn't mean anything Doesn't mean anything Doesn't mean anything Doesn't mean anything