from the songs album The Black Album
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
(solo)
I say ,and you say
I say, and you say
I say
Its getting me down
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