Sister Hazel "What Kind Of Living" |
Well it's not working anymore I'm stuck in things I've always done before I am broken, I am sore I don't want to live in here anymore Whoa, something's got to go I'm gonna make myself sick Smokin cigarettes Bein' such a dictator Sooner or later, I'll die And nobody there will even think to cry What kind of living is that? Whoa, something's got to go What kind of living is that? Whoa, whoa yeah What kind of living is that? And it's not easy bein' here Running circles like I've done for years I am angry and I am scared How much more till I disappear Whoa, something's got to go I'm gonna make myself ill Wasting time, stuck in years of frustration I've never been patient at all I can't run until I learn to crawl What kind of living is that? Whoa, whoa yeah What kind of living is that? No, no, no, no, no Something's got to go Well I'm gonna make myself sick Smoking cigarettes Being such a dictator Sooner or later, I'll die Nobody there will even think to cry What kind of living is that? Oh, no, no, no What kind of living is that? Whoa no no no oh no no What kind of living is that? Whoa no na no na no noo What kind of living is that? What kind of living is that? What kind of living is that? Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |