Sick Of This And That
(Indisponível)
I say you're messing me around
You say I'm getting out of hand
I'm sick of the coutry
Sick of the town
Sick of the future
It's getting me down
I say the future's going to last
You say there's nothing 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 complements
A discontent that efferents
An enptyness or nothingness that's heaven sent
I'm sick of the coutry
Sick of the town
Sick of the future
It's getting me down
I say, and you say
I say, and you say
I say it's getting me down
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