[Intro]
*Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Cinco, seis, siete, ocho*
[Verse 1]
I know you've heard it
'Cause I get it all the time
You say you're tired of waiting
Same ol' thing since Grandma's prime
Tomorrow's not promised
So please don't a**ume it is
Be happy with Tuesday
Forget about Monday's tears
We hope when Wednesday comes
Our problems, they shall disappear
Stop your calculating
And throw that math in the trash
No harm in dreaming
Gotta keep hope alive
Those fortunetellers and those psychics
Should stop smoking the pipe
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm super tired of planet Earth
Super over monotonous work
There's gotta be something better than this
'Cause life down here? It makes me sick!
(So sick, so sick)
(So sick, so sick)
[Verse 2]
False prophesying (lies)
When will it ever end?
Why can't you live your life
For real and not for pretend?
Economy's kicking our bu*ts
And you're too double-O S (whoop!)
Wake up and smell roses
Stop paying that five dollar gas
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm super tired of planet Earth
Super over monotonous work (me too, girl)
There's gotta be something better than this
'Cause life down here? It makes me sick!
So sick (I'm sick), I'm so sick (so very sick)
*So sick, so sick*
So, Oh
(So sick, so sick)
[Bridge]
Don't you feel like screaming
When your sky's turning grey?
Ever wonder what your purpose is?
Why you're alive today?
Some say there is no reason
That our living is in vain
I say, "Who really knows?"
Enjoy, the ground won't last away [?]
Don't you feel like screaming
When your sky's turning grey?
Ever wonder what your purpose is?
Why you're alive today?
Some say there is no reason
That our living is in vain
I say, "Who really knows?"
Enjoy, the ground won't last away [?]
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm super tired of planet Earth
Super over monotonous work
There's gotta be something better than this
'Cause life down here? It makes me sick!
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so sick
*So sick, so sick*
I'm so, I'm so, it makes me sick, it makes me sick
*So sick, so sick*
Oh, oh, I'm so, I'm so sick
*So sick, so sick*
So bloody sick, ooh (sorry!)
*So sick, so sick*
[Outro]
(Spoken:)
I'm sick of paying for gas
'Cause I like, wait, hate driving anyway
I'm sick of sickness, people getting sick, diseases
And I'm sick of thieves
Why you gotta steal my stuff anyway?
(Do I need to go more? Oh...)
What are you sick of?
I hate rain, I'm sick of that
We can't change that though
Though I guess we can't change politics either
I am really like, like way tired of those reality TV situations
But I, yeah, I must say that I love Housewives of Atlanta
But those are the only ones (Luck be a lady)
Oh, sh**