Turned off
Out of tune
Burn out

Get me a sedative
A cigarette
Another drink
Cos I’m sick of tv
And radio
And everyone wants a piece of me
Sick of the drugs
Sick of the drink
Sick of religion
Politics too
Sick of hipsters
Oh man that’s so good though
Dead thing on the side of the road
I got a crow foot mojo
And cheap champagne
Got jetset scars
Got pills to make you like me again
Igot friends doin all I’ve done
Broken heart junkies
Ladies take your pick
And desperations sexy
Like danger is sexy
Violence is sexy
And I don’t feel a thing




Sick of left wing
Right wing
Mainline
big jesus salvation drug time
sick of billboards
commercials
money and the news
sick of culture war
sick of love
sick of hate
sick of strangest places
and the lambs
sick of tempting fate
sick of rock country and blues
sick of always telling the fucking truth

Sick of white
Sick of black
Sick of the panther
Sick of the clan
Sick of woman
Sick of man
Sick of burying all my friends
Sick of hot
Sick of cold
Sick of my heart
Sick of rebel soul

Nothings fast enough
Nothings hip enough
Nothings cheap enough
And theres never too much
Plenty to go around