[Verse 1 Vents] Now, I heard the weak die young So fefifum, here I come The river runs red with your blood little one Filling my lungs, Trials just playing with drums Is like kids in the cabinet playing with guns Waking up in a plywood bed Life is pain and goes fast like Minor Threat Gone belly up, pearshaped, land on your knees Nobody helps, bank stamp on the fees Please, Santa Claus not coming Your son got his head kicked in friday night for nothing Left with a bubble in his brain Speech impediment, I guess he wont bother them again Singing in the rain, yelling at the sky Easier than trying to cry, I wonder why Do good things happen to bad men? And stop trying to tell me that things were much better back then Come on! [Hook Vents] Sick of waking up feeling like stress Tired of waking up feeling depressed Im tired of work hard, get your foot in the door Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form Im sick of waking up feeling alone No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone Im tired of hearing you say God give a fuck about me So what about me? Wheres God now? [Verse 2 Sesta] On a pale blue dot, what the fuck are the chances? Ha, the beasts living, now hes swinging on branches But he need obedience, the voice of the master Cause hes gonna panic if he dont get an answer But disaster struck, its gotta be him And I think he pretty mad, so what the fuck do I bring? Well my brother dont believe him, Ill just send him and his people And theres gonna be a million of them, its gonna be grim Just a genocide, such a shame To love the same dumb thing in a different way Sing hymns on a different day But quick to point the finger at the same and say hes fucking insane Its only man that will walk among us But they will kill for what you cant see living above us Dont throw your hands up, nobody cares But throw your hands in the air now cause nobodys there, ohhhh [Hook Vents] Sick of waking up feeling like stress Tired of waking up feeling depressed Im tired of work hard, get your foot in the door Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form Im sick of waking up feeling alone No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone Im tired of hearing you say God give a fuck about me So what about me? Wheres God now? [Verse 3 Vents] Unforgettable wars Staying the course, terrible thoughts Born with cerebral palsy, his parents divorced Born with unbearable disease Cancer in the air and paedophile priests walking free Talk to me, everything is turning blue Nobody care, nobodys there for you Got a taste for the drink and cannabis Grandfather hit with a stroke and a harsh paralysis Famine is in the east Little girls with the HIV, they pray nightly And madness stays by me Psychosis and anger till the day I leave Cronulla Beach, they bashing em up Australia First, the National Front But Id rather feel like shit than be full of shit And feel the pain that you put up with Come on! [Chorus] Sick of waking up feeling like stress Tired of waking up feeling depressed Im tired of work hard, get your foot in the door Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form Im sick of waking up feeling alone No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone Im tired of hearing you say God give a fuck about me So what about me? Wheres God now? Sick of waking up feeling like stress Tired of waking up feeling depressed Im tired of work hard, get your foot in the door Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form Im sick of waking up feeling alone No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone Im tired of hearing you say God give a fuck about me So what about me? Wheres God now? Wheres God now? Wheres God now?
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