Useful Songtext
von Declan Welsh & The Decadent West

Get out of your bed
In the back of your head
You think "what′s the point?"
And it fills you with dread

Oh cosmic deity
Won't you liberate me
From useless free will
I wouldn′t rather be

Useful
Am I useful?
If I'm truthful
I'm not that sure

Useful
Am I useful?
If I′m truthful
I′m not that sure


From Paris to Perth
My entire self worth
Has been built on a vacuous vain idle curse

When all stripped away
Who cares what I say?
I'm not a profit
I′m a poet for pain
Useful
Am I useful?
If I'm truthful
I′m not that sure

Useful
Am I useful?
If I'm truthful
I′m not that sure

Useful
Am I useful?
If I'm truthful
I'm not that sure