I can be your liar I can be your bearer of bad news Sick and uninspired by the diamonds in your fire Burning like a flame inside of you But is this just desire or the truth? So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired Hanging on this wire Waiting for the day I have to choose Cursed by love so dire One more boy for hire One more boy to lend a hand to you But is this just desire or the truth? So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired of you Of you, oh I can be your liar I can be your bearer of bad news Sick and uninspired by the diamonds in your fire Burning like a flame inside of you But is this just desire or the truth? So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired of you

So you think you know me, That you have me figured out, That you know what I'm about and what I need You seem to think you own me. Sneering at me being me, living life differently Well, come a little closer, cause I got some news for you. Come a little closer, closer I'm so sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you. You don't know nothing, Nothing bout my kind (sick of you) So Sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you So go and stick your truth where the sun don't shine (so sick of you) You're always trying to force-feed me your foul Philosophy, your ideas for folks like me, relentlessly Trying to unfree me. Be quiet, ssh, can you hear? I will make this extra clear So come a little closer, cause I got some news for you. Come a little closer, closer I'm so sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you. You don't know nothing, nothing bout my kind (sick of you) So sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you so go and Stick your truth where the sun don't shine (so sick of you) So you think you know us, That you have us figured out, That you know what we're about and what we need Trying to control us. Let me make this very clear for you, For all to hear: I'm so sick of you! Sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you. You don't know nothing, nothing bout my kind (sick of you) So sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you so go and Stick your truth where the sun don't shine (so sick of you) I'm so sick of you, I'm so sick of you, I'm so sick of, I'm so sick of you, you, you, you I'm so sick of you, so sick of you, I'm so sick of you!

Skinheads, all you skinheads C'mon let's move and groove: You all hipocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hipocrite, you... You all hipocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hipocrite, yeah... You nah fe gwan so You nah fe galang so What goes up, star, mus' come down What goes up, sir, mus' come down You too commutive (?) Wicked and bad-minded, conniving

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor, poor me, Israelites, aah Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, the Israelite My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me Darling, she said, "I was yours to be seen" Poor me, the Israelite Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and- Poor me, the Israelite (Bonnie and Clyde) After a storm there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor, poor me, Israelites I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, Israelite, aah My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen Poor me, Israelites, aah Show them my tear up trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and- A-poor a-poor me, Israelites (like Bonnie and Clyde) After a storm, there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor me, Israelite Poor, poor me, Israelites Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite