I woke up this morning and I hit a wall
In my head I begin to crawl
To the nearest infirmery
Into a doctor I would see
He asked me what, what was wrong?
And so I told him I … gone
I’m sick of the job as I’m sick of the kids
I’m sick of the kids with the 10 dollars whips
I’m sick of the testes I’m sick of the …
I’m sick of the glasses with the paint …
Sick of the van, I’m sick of the …
I’m sick of the face with the [bad word] …
Sick of the kids, I’m sick of it
I’m sick of everything I can’t see
Till the end, there’s a song don’t you know
I’m with you
Till the end, there’s a song don’t you know
I’m with you
Till the end, there’s a song don’t you know
I’m with you
Till the end, there’s a song don’t you know
I’m with you
Don’t you know, I am with you.