Does Anybody Care Anymore? Do You? If The World Goes to Hell, Do We Just Sit And Watch? - Written, Performed, Recorded, and Produced By Scott A. Gradert - This song is about the national malaise that seems to be our fate. All Peoples get The Government they deserve. - Half Ass Protest Song! - Doesn’t Matter anymore Didn’t Matter anyway Cuz I it ain’t worth fightin’ for No matter what you say to me No matter what you say to me - He Sold his soul in a business deal In exchange for All he could steal His mistress got her asking price Those Fools will sing in paradise - What’s in the news is what we choose Said the Jester to the Felon King We all told you what we would do Why’s this such a big shock for you - Doesn’t Matter anymore Didn’t Matter anyway Cuz I it ain’t worth fightin’ over No matter what you say to me No matter what you say to me - Liars cheat and steal the prize Women’s choice is compromised Refugees are demonized Fox News keeps on spreading lies - It’s only truth we euologize Since our brains got Euthanized - I just wanna be someone Never could pick up a gun Secrets kept no big reveal I ain’t got no Achilles’ heel - What are we all fighting for Win a battle lose the war Why can’t we all just get along In this Half Ass Protest Song - Doesn’t Matter anymore Didn’t Matter anyway Cuz I it ain’t worth fightin’ for No matter what you say to me - No matter what you say to me No matter what you say to me - All the years just passed us by Watched as children say good bye And now that I am old and grey It doesn’t matter what I say... - (C) 2025 Scott A. Gradert -more

Video https://www.instagram.com/p/DU1UWx-Dv3y/ I shortened the track, let it play for a min, it gets decent . Started off minimal Now I'm edible, questionable, regrettable Medicine cabinet full of “I should’ve known” Skeleton pickin' bones Telephone disconnected from the tone You were supposed to pick up before I was gone . Message in a bottle I'm operational what's up, Oh... . Just rehearsing what I’d say If you opened up the door today But the words evaporate And I’m standing there like wait . (so Criminal...) . { I'm always feelin' criminal Hope to grow into something more incredible Two arms on the far end of below . And I'll be late Waiting at your door . I know I swore when I swore But you don't have to worry no more I promise to be waiting at your door . And I'm afraid it's too late, you can't ignore . Show you I wasn't feelin' so low... That I couldn't stop fighting for more . Waiting at your door... . . still Waiting at your door... } . Maybe I’m too fictional Living in hypothetical, perpetual State of “almost” but I ghost into a new sad post Every time I’m supposed- to show up haunting your front porch . Said I’m better, wrote a letter Never sent it, weather, whether I could ever get myself together Leather jacket with feathers Light as lies I tell myself in measures Counting treasure that I’ll never— . Stop! I keep rewriting my note driving blindfold Missed exits, wrong turns, tripping over my type-o's But the destination? That part, that I know like Five-O, lowering my FICO Sliding in on Hydro . I’m afraid it’s too late, You can’t ignore I was low, But I was fighting for more . . Fighting for more . (so criminal so criminal so criminal of me) . I'll repeat it and we at your door someday Give me one more take Before it’s way too late Before you relocate Your faith to someone great Instead of me who stayed Your criminal escapee To go from heavyweight to paperweight . (so Criminal...) . . Still waiting at your door... . (so Criminal...) . I'm always feelin' criminal Hope to grow into something more incredible Two arms on the far end of below And I'll be late . Waiting at your door I know I swore when I swore But you don't have to worry no more I promise to be waiving at you girl And I'm afraid it's too late, you can't ignore . Show you I wasn't feelin' - so low That I couldn't stop fighting - for more . Still waiting at your door... . . Still waiting at your door... more