Sick of This and That

I say, "You're messing me around"
You say, I'm getting out of hand

I'm sick of the country
Sick of the town
Sick of the future
It's getting me down

I say, "The future's going to last"
You say, "There's nothing 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 complements
A discontent that efferents
An emptiness or nothingness that's heaven sent

I'm sick of the country
Sick of the town
Sick of the future
It's getting me down

I say and you say
I say and you say
I say, "It's getting me down"