| Sick Of This And That |
|---|
| I say youre messing me around |
| And you say its gettin outa hand |
| I’m sick of the country |
| Sick of the town |
| Im sick of the future |
| It;s gettin me down |
| I say the future’s gonna last |
| You say there’s nothin in the past |
| I’m sick of the government |
| Sick of the police |
| Sick of the boredom |
| I want release |
| I can recall a strange event |
| I gave you nothing with my compliments |
| A discontent that efferents an emptiness |
| And nothingness that’s heaven sent |
| I say, and you say |
| I say, and you say |
| I say |
| Its getting me down |
