Get a job is what they say, life ain't free you gotta pay, 
For every [bad word] thing, 
And in this day and age, the artists starve and musicians spange, 
But I guess it could be worse, 
We're better off than the cops, those wicked [bad word] are gonna rot,
In [bad word]  when they die, 
But you and me will be there too, and this [bad word] gives me the blues, 
But [bad word] is just this earth. 

I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and [bad word] tired. 

We know the power that you hold, but my obedience can't be sold, 
and I burned all of my white flags, 
You tried to bury me alive, with all the rest that managed to survive, 
But we'll climb out of this hole, 
And on that day the dead will rise, take back their lives through your demise, and on that day I'll take my first breath, 
And as the sun breaks through a cloud of smog and the enlightened few shut down their blogs, 
Beauty [bad word] in death. 

I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and tired, of being sick and [bad word] tired.