Sick of This And That

I say, "You're messing me around"

You say, I'm getting out of handI'm sick of the country

Sick of the town

Sick of the future

It's getting me downI 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 releaseI can recall a strange event

I gave you nothing with my complements

A discontent that efferents

An emptiness or nothingness that's heaven sentI'm sick of the country

Sick of the town

Sick of the future

It's getting me downI say and you say

I say and you say

I say, "It's getting me down"