| Mother I don’t wanna take my medicine |
| 24 years in the gutter again, I’m losing it |
| I’m losing it |
| Everybody’s acting like they’re all alright |
| I can barely get myself to sleep at night, I’m sick of it |
| Yeah, I’m sick of it |
| Yeah, they sent the taxman |
| I lost my job, and |
| You got hooked on oxycodone |
| They shut the lights off |
| They took the car, and |
| I bought a sawed-off shotgun |
| Yeah, they sent the taxman |
| I lost my job, and |
| You got hooked on oxycodone |
| They shut the lights off |
| They took the car, and |
| I bought a sawed-off shotgun |
| I’d rather be crazy than to take these pills |
| I’m sick of being okay against my will |
| I’m losing it, I’m losing it |
| Ain’t a thing in this world that I’m gonna miss |
| It’s all fake smiles and leather jackets |
| We’re full of it, yeah we’re full of shit |
| I don’t know who to trust |
| Yeah, they sent the taxman |
| I lost my job, and |
| You got hooked on oxycodone |
| They shut the lights off |
| They took the car, and |
| I bought a sawed-off shotgun |
| Yeah, they sent the taxman |
| I lost my job, and |
| You got hooked on oxycodone |
| They shut the lights off |
| They took the car, and |
| I bought a sawed-off shotgun |
| I’m losing it |
| I bought a sawed-off shotgun |
| I’m losing it |
| I bought a sawed-off shotgun |
| I don’t know who to trust |
| Maybe people like us |
| Yeah, they sent the taxman |
| I lost my job, and |
| You got hooked on oxycodone |
| They shut the lights off |
| They took the car, and |
| I bought a sawed-off shotgun |
| Yeah, they sent the taxman |
| I lost my job, and |
| You got hooked on oxycodone |
| They shut the lights off |
| They took the car, and |
| I bought a sawed-off shotgun |