Fed Up

I'm fed up with this fucking life

Living like I'm on the edge of a knife

Where every day is the bloody same

And playing the same old stupid game



Don't leave me carrying the fucking bag

Because I'm loosing my fucking rag

So when you tell me not to swear

I say I don't fucking care



I don't take drugs and I don't smoke

So I'm not coughing my lungs out to choke

Very rarely will i go out to drink

But I'd rather be pissed than try to think

 

copyright Chris Smith 2003