You don't care about anything at all No the apathy, oh the apathy, No the apathy, oh the apathy I don't understand how you can be so Yes your piles and piles of filthy clothes I even write your mistress notes Yes go on, laze all day, read a book, or play. Just keep sighing at your garden flowers, And gaze at your shoes for hours and hours. Dying relatives, you neglect them all! O I dust off your littered sentiments, While I have to sign your documents! You don't care about anything at all No the apathy, oh the apathy, No the apathy, oh the apathy That is why I worship you my lord, You are all that I adore.