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