I say youre messing me around And you say its gettin outa hand I'm sick of the country Sick of the town Im sick of the future It; s gettin me down I say the future's gonna last You say there's nothin in the past I'm sick of the government Sick of the police Sick of the boredom I want release I can recall a strange event I gave you nothing with my compliments A discontent that efferents an emptiness And nothingness that's heaven sent (Solo) I say, and you say I say, and you say I say Its getting me down