Sick and Tired
Sick, tired and homelessWith no one here to sing forTired of being weightlessFor all these looking good boys
You can always say my attic has its charmYou can always say you did no major harmYou can always say that summer had its charmAnd that you did no major harm, oh spare me if you please
Sick, tired and sleeplessWith no one else to shine forSick of all my distressBut I won't show I'm still poor
You can always say my attic has its charmYou can always say you did no major harmYou can always say that summer had its charmAnd that you did no major harm, oh spare me if you please
You can always say my attic has its charmYou can always say you did no major harmYou can always say that summer had its charmAnd that you did no major harm, you can always say thatYou can always say that, oh spare me if you please
Symptoms are so deepSomething here's so wrongNothin' is completeNowhere to belong
Symptoms are so deepI think I'd better stay here on my ownSo spare me if you please