Whistles in the bag

Apathy kicks in real good,
the best drug you've had that's true
Why waste time on going out anymore
And it gets harder every time
to pretend that I don't mind it at all
A lack of faith, a lack of trust
And from us a lack of lust

This is my stop, thanks a lot
This is where I get off
How much do I owe, what's the cost
I would like to stay, but I think not
I'll put my whistles in the bag and fuck off

Ten people in, five people on
no-one's paid everyone goes home
Ain't life grand when you're so unknown
That no-one knows you when you're on your own
A lack of hope, a lack of love
And from me, all above

This is my stop...

Well, I guess that I could say
that you'll be sorry someday
but I'm not sure anymore
that that day will ever come

This is my stop...