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Celebrating Nothing

The line's around the block at the hippest doughnut shop
You don't have to call the cops because they're here
This is what is meant by a cultural event
Local government pretends to care
Every person gets his share of
Sugar and his pile of air to go

This was the year
This was the year of empty things
Friendly ghosts and little kings
Exaggerating and celebrating nothing

A caravan of cars full of high school soccer stars
Held in very high regard by everyone
The softest leather seats, telephones, of course, and neat
Little gadgets, navigation tools
For the drive to private schools
Forty thousand dollar mules for fun

This was the year
This was the year for open doors
Getting some and wanting more
Incorporating and celebrating nothing

I could tell you what I know
But I'd have to kill you slowly with endless, painful details

This was the year
This was the year for make-believe
Unconditional receiving
Captivating and celebrating nothing