words they bother me to no end

to no end

always

bad news, bad luck, bad weather

bad weather yea...

and i wish you wouldnt talk so much

talk so much

than maybe things would get better

things would be better yea yea..

oooh.....

songs filling up the room

still you dont hear,

cant hear,

wont listen

if you could only understand

only understand

that I'm

sure that things will get better

yea...

get better yea yea...



why do i work so hard

why do i work so

hard

why do i work

so hard....



all alone

conversations are driving me insane

with quiet complications

desperately in vain

i listen

i scream

I laugh out loud at myself

watching myself

playing with myself

as everyone can see

the scarecrow is me



money i will never let you go

except as trade

to buy things

get things

go places

its you

my intuition

yea my intuition yea...

there is no possible way

that things could be better

no things wont be better woah...



why do i work so hard

why do i work so

hard

why do i works so hard

why do i work

so hard...

yea yea...