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Lyrics
I'm tired of being tired
and tied to this life
when life is so full of
wasted time
Work from nine to five
for five sevenths of your life
and evening on the couch
then start again
Live for the weekend
when you'll get fucked up with your friends
and when sleepy Sunday ends
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn
Fuzzy little head
all filled with scambled eggs
a couple swollen eyes and
a sense of dread
Get up go to school
decades of being a fool
like a fish it's hard to breathe
once you're outside of that pool
Waiting for the end
when you can get on with your plans
but they will always change
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn
And I miss being idealistic
it's so boring to be realistic
and you never get to stick it
to the man
Do what you are told
until you're withered and old
you used to be so bold
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn