Song Length |
3:05 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative |
Mood |
Irate |
| |
Lyrics
Well I'm sick and tired of being
sick and tired of being
sick and tired of you
Well I'm sick and tired of being
sick and tired
and there's nothing more that I can do
See your black boots marching onward
resting gently across my back
slowly applying the pressure
so I don't notice if it cracks
Well I'm sick and tired of being
sick and tired of being
sick and tired of you
Well I'm sick and tired of being
sick and tired
and there's nothing more that I can do
Bind my hands behind me
put a gag into my mouth
your images will distract me
so I don't want to get back out
I'm just sitting here in handcuffs
watching the world fall apart
come in with great expectations
and I'm leaving with a broken heart
Well I'm sick and tired of being
sick and tired of being
sick and tired of you
Well I'm sick and tired of being
sick and tired
and there's nothing more that I can do
Your guns are pointed right at me
and your fingers got that awful itch
won't you please just consider
for a moment if our roles were switched
I'm just sitting here in handcuffs
watching the world fall apart
come in with great expectations
and I'm leaving with a broken heart
Well I'm sick and tired of being
sick and tired of being
sick and tired of you
Well I'm sick and tired of being
sick and tired
and there's nothing more that I can do
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