The League Of Extraordinary Nobodies

I just counted in my head how many people in this room
 I'm talking to that I would never give the time
 Here we are, all being vain and looking at ourselves
 In mirrors very closely nodding straight up in a line
 All the funny little stories that are told
 Are being fueled by what amounts to nothing more than minor crime
 But I'm a whore and I'm exploring territory where the party and the pussy
 Both are numbered with a dime
 I've been thinkin' that this frozen glow I've chosen
 Is a candidate to lead me to a very sudden end
 Another room up in the tombs of lovely substance
 Where the grave diggers are shoveling that dirt up in her heads
 The very fact is that I'm sitting here with zombies talking endlessly
 But couldn't tell you one thing that was said
 I get surrounded by the friendliest of strangers
 Who would sooner kill themselves than give a fuck if I were dead
 I just realized the tragedy of this
 Is that her hand is on my leg and she so clearly wants to fuck
 And though I'm wired, and I would certainly oblige
 I can't continue getting high and then confusing it for lust
 I'm not an angel, but the baggie we unfolded
 And just split to give a lick is dripping out me colored rust
 And you seem nice but I still hate you for the moment
 Cause I'm too smart to be open, this is artificial trust
 I've been noticing the fact that nothing glorious can happen anymore
 We've run the gamut of our filth
 But here I am again, pretending spontaneity exists with idiots
 All lifted out their little gills
 Aren't you disturbed that everything you did tonight is something else you did already
 And its meaning is still nill
 And all the people in your presence are just weapons
 It's as simple as the theory that the dying love to kill
 Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
 Everybody here is so alive
 Oh, what a night
 Oh, what a night
 Oh, what a night
 You would tell me if I was crazy, right?
 I've been wondering how arrogant it is for me to keep doing the things
 That killed so many that we know (Know know know)
 I've been noticing how quickly motherfuckers have the answers to existence
 Just as soon as someone goes
 We change the channel for a week or so of cleansing and reflecting on ourselves
 But then it's back to that old show
 I hear the cackles of the crowd, they're laughing at us
 And we haven't even gotten to the part where it's a joke