I say you're messing me around
And you say its gettin' outa hand

I'm sick of the country
Sick of the town
I'm sick of the future
It's gettin' me down

I say the future's gonna last
You say there's nothin' in the past

I'm sick of the government
Sick of the police
Sick of the boredom
I want release

I can recall a strange event
A discontent that efferents an emptiness
And nothingness that's heaven sent

I say, and you say
I say, and you say
I say
Its getting me down