Sick & Tired Paroles

For all these looking good boys



You can always say my attic has its charm

You can always say you did no major harm

You can always that summer had its charm

And that you did no major harm

Oh, spare me if you please



Sick, tired an sleepless

With no one else to shine for


Symptoms are so deep

Something here's so wrong

Nothing is complete

Nowhere to belong

Symptoms are so deep

I think I'd better stay

Here on my own

So spare me if you please