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