Teksty: Soul Asylum. Say What You Will, Clarence... Karl Sold The Truck. Sick Of That Song.

I'm sick of that song about how you lost your lover
I'm sick of that song about how you treat your mother
I'm sick of that song about [Incomprehensible]
I'm sick of that song, I'm sick of that song

Yeah, I'm sick of that song about how you look at life
And I'm sick of that song about how you beat your wife
I'm sick of that song about China problem
I'm sick, sick of that song, I'm sick of that song

I'm sick of that song about sex and drugs and rock
I'm sick of that song about how you love your cock
I'm sick of that song about your bitchin' bad luck
And all those women you fucked

I'm sick of that song, I'm sick of that song
I'm sick of that song, I'm sick of that song