Went to see my parents for the holidays
They said son you need to cut that hair and get yourself a shave
You gotta find yourself some brand new clothes
And get a real job to pay for those
But as their mouths kept movin' things got muffled I suppose
My eyes are glazed over and I'm starin' into space
I'm thinkin' bout the tragedy that is the human race
I can't take much more of this bullshit I'm facin'
I'm mentally checked out of this conversation
Went and got that job at my parents' request
Sold off my guitar, bought a suit, and sat behind a desk
Then one day this lady named Jan
Came back to the office with a tan
And proceeded to show me pictures until it was time to go home again
My eyes are glazed over and I'm starin' into space
I'm thinkin' bout the tragedy that is the human race
Nobody gives a fuck about your vacation
I'm mentally checked out of this conversation
Went to the shop and bought a new guitar
Then threw my suit in a trash can and lit that shit on fire
Then said goodbye to my parents again
And boarded a two day train out west
But some guy sat down next to me and started ramblin' about his kids
My eyes are glazed over and I'm starin' into space
I'm thinkin' bout the tragedy that is the human race
Is there no way out of this nightmare I'm facing?
I'm mentally checked out of this conversation
Sometimes I want to scream
It never ever ends
I'm mentally checked out of this conversation
