When the well runs out and this land goes dry
You’ll sit and stare at the awful sky
'Cause they’re coming up fast and they’re coming up close
And you hold onto the ones you love the most

Oh, just hold my hand and understand
That I don’t really care ‘bout nothing at all

The little old people in the little town square
With their great big smiles and their big heavy cares
They’ll smirk at me gently and I’ll smirk at them back
But behind closed doors it’s a full-fledged attack

And they’ll remain the same
It’s how they’ll stay
So I don’t really care ‘bout nothing at all

The mountains are calling hear that echoing sound
And I wanna see the fresh snow on the ground
‘Stead of blood that’s always bleeding from my head to my heart
I want to reach the peak before this world goes dark

But night has come and gone
It’s moved on
Now I don’t really care ‘bout nothing at all

You could give me flowers or a handsome groom
And a nice redecorated living room
But I could really care less and I’ll tell you why
If the world’s gonna end at the blink of an eye

Then I really don't mind
I’ve had my time in the sunshine
I’ll be doing just fine
'Cause I don’t really care ‘bout nothing at all
No I don't really care ‘bout nothing at all