I'm sick of having to steal meat for my dog
Sick of having to deal weed to my boss
Sick of having to conceal it from the cops
Sick of having to kneel before your god
And I'm tired of feeling like shit
I'm tired of revealing I'm trying to quit
But when things go wrong yeh you gotta get on
So I went and got on and now I'm getting on with it
Yeh it's time to get the fuck on with it
I'm sick of being cold and broke in a shitty house
Sick of the mold that grows on my gritty couch
Sick of watching my friends kicked out of the squat again
When the yuppies on the block call the cops again
And you'd think by now humans would have figured out
A way to mass produce their needs for free
And I'm thinking about doing something for future me
Cause they don't give a fuck about anything but making money
Yeh all they want is fucking money
Yeh all they want it is your fucking money
I'm sick of driving round in a beat up piece of shit
Sick of finding out it's missing important bits
Sick of climbing out the window cause I'm pissed
And slipped and crashed into this ditch
But I don't care about that shitty car
I'm too drunk to see that far, all I need is this guitar
And I will stare the pigs in the eye
Yeh I aint scared to lie, yeh I swear it wasn't I
And he says one day you'll wear a tie
And I say fuck off I will you cunt
And you'd think by now humans would have figured out
A way to mass produce their needs for free
And I'm thinking about doing something for future me
Cause they don't give a fuck about anything but making money
Yeh all they want is fucking money
Yeh all they want it is your fucking money