Somebody, change the topic from this toxic misanthropic shit
Sure, it's a pressure cooker, salt, no sugar, life has pushed ya
So low down into the mud
But people still show up
Easy access to the tragic, hard to find the hint of magic
Now you're feelin' really batshit, it's like no matter how bad the
Push goes right into the shove
People still show up
Why is that when the world is endin' and you didn't have a friend
It's the friends you never think to call who all roll up
With a pickup truck?
People still show up
Heroes might disappoint ya, not everyone's gonna join ya
Don't let the pain destroy ya, just go where the arrow points ya
Free-flow till ya feel that rush
When people still show up
Yeah, they're gonna try and say: You really crossed the line
You should've shut your mouth and smiled
'Cause now you finally went and said too much
But it was just enough
'Cause people still show up (people still show up), mm-hm
People still show up (people still show up), ooh
People still show up
So humor me in my delusions, might sound like a dumb conclusion
Maybe we aren't losin', maybe we know what we're doin'
There's so many just like us
People still show up
We'll be hearin' for forever: It ain't gettin' any better
But it's funny under pressure, when you're thinkin' that you're out of luck (luck)
And out of fucks (fucks, mm)
People still show up (people still show up)
People still show up (people still show up)
Whoo (yeah, people still show up), hey yeah
Mm (people still show up)
