Paroles de Sick Of This And That

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