the damned
sick of this and that
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 I gave you nothing with my compliments 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