People like you You live in a dream world You despise the outside And you fear you're the next one It's in your dream There's just one question Should I kill Or should I be left behind Sick and tired

My life has meaning again Sittin' on the interstate The end of another day Feeling tired, feeling beat up, feeling small Sick of running this rat race And Coming last place Feeling like I don't matter at all Then I walk through the door She says "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

Lazy lies today (lazy lies today) Tomorrow you might change But it's lazy lies today (lazy lies today) But it's lazy lies today (Lazy lies today, lazy lies today) (Lazy lies today) Sick and tired, and you wanna see a change But you don't wanna change for

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

I'm sick and tired of the games you played Every move I make your ass got something to say Scandalize my name when you see it in the paper Trying to turn it all around when it wasn't that way Everybody is trying to figure me out What the hell is wrong

Born with nothing and die with everything Fed-up, tired, sick and twisted One man army, I'm enlisted Trust yourself, trust no one else Fuck a hero, be yourself And I don't need your lousy hand-out Clinched fists I'll fight my way out Fight my way out

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

You'll miss me till the day you die Oh, whoa, whoa You must be blind if you can't see I'm sick and tired of the mess you made me You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone Never gonna catch me cry oh, whoa, whoa Oh, whoa, whoa, you must be blind if you

(Shock me) make it electric Gimme action, action, action not words I'm sick and tired of the damn TV I'm gonna make my own movie I want to star in a late night show And all I need is my video (Shock me) make it last Curtain up let the camera roll It's