It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit I'm your brother shit, all that other shit It's too late for all that It's too late for all that, ayy Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) Whatever you did, it is what it is And I'm so tired (tired) I fuck with

I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin

Homesick tired All alone in a big city Why should ev'rybody pity me, Nighttime's falling, folks are a singin', they dance till break of day Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in mammy's arms

That's the way you come to me I'm head over heels And I'm always gonna be That's okay I love the way you come to me Sun breaks I can't wait Til I'll be on my way again I'm sick and tired of waiting With nothing to do Watching the rain through a crack

All love is lost, so carry the cross 'Cause there's no human in us left We are music made for the deaf They play a game that they know they'll never win Sick and tired of the world they're living in The messiah showed up high on heroin The workers all

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see) Girl, don't take it personal Don't take it personal I'll be sick and tired of being sick and tired Tell me what you like I think it's

I want to be free from this ball and chain and Be free from this life of pain and be free from this ball and chain I want to be free from you Sick and tired of being sick and tired So sick and tired of being sick and tired Woke up and I feel like shit I

Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow So done with wishing you were still here So why can't I turn off the radio? Why can't I turn off the radio? And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears So done with wishing she was still here (Why

Hard times as we go While she says she's on her own I'll be pacin' on the phone Sneakin' on the train come back Awful sick and tired of the gang Cold when you're near any bottle We know what times will change I talked to Jesus Jesus says I'm okay

Help me I can't break out this prison all alone Save me I'm drowning and I'm hopeless on my own Heal me I can't restore my sanity alone Cunning, Baffling, Powerful Been beaten to a pulp Vigorous, irresistible Sick and tired and laid low Dominating,