Sick In The Head
People say I'm no goodWrite me off, oh yes they shouldFuck 'em they're just sick in the head
They're writing my historyThink somebody should've asked meEveryone was safe in their bedsTheir beds
And I said
I won't live, won't live like themEveryone, they're all seeing red
I don't knowIf it's alright with you, but I'll be goneA ghost will be here in my stead, my stead
And I said
I can't live life underneath it allEveryone is older now and gone
I will not be here forever dearSo let's just make this count a lot in here