Not Tuned In

Aye, let me say It's not what ya think bout me, For I'll always be that, just me! Holler if ya want to, I'm not listening, For I'm not tuned in! Turn up the volume all ya want to, I still don't feel the lousy heat, I'm over you, over that too! Want to tell me a story All about me? I know me well and I do ME well. What else to add to your false alarm, Like a clock going off When it's not supposed to? What do you gain from your strife? Does it make you into a hero, Locked in like a club sandwich? How large is your bite Shedding dirt like a mite, Pieces flying all over - air, land and sea? You got that right, It's not what ya say And it's not what ya do; Hurting is the name of your Game!