This Town
Nine to five, barely staying alive
I ain't making no rent, losing my mind,
I got bills to pay, I've got mouths to feed
Nobody round here is doing a thing
Been working like hell, been working like a dog
Tired of this shit, time to move on
Livin ain't livin if you're down on your knees
Gotta break these chains if you wanna be free
I'm so tired, yah I'm so tired,
Of talkin that talk and walkin that wire
I'm so tired, my mind be fret
Gotta get out of here, this town ain't killin me yet
Man on the corner is dealing them thrills,
Sell your soul for a handful of pills
Devil in disguise, living off lies gonna bring you down
Better open your eyes
I'm so tired, yah I'm so tired,
Of talkin that talk and walkin that wire
I'm so tired, my mind be fret
Gotta get out of here, this town ain't killin me yet
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
Uncle Sam in my pocket, leaving me the change
Can't make an honest living on an honest man's wage
Sixty hours a week, barely alive
We weren't put on this earth so we can work and die
And I'm so tired, yah I'm so tired,
Of talkin that talk and walkin that wire
Yah I'm so tired, my mind be fret
Gotta get out of here, this town ain't killin me yet
I'm so tired, yah I'm so tired,
Of talkin that talk and walkin that wire
I'm so tired, my mind be fret
Gotta get out of here, this town ain't killin me yet
I ain't making no rent, losing my mind,
I got bills to pay, I've got mouths to feed
Nobody round here is doing a thing
Been working like hell, been working like a dog
Tired of this shit, time to move on
Livin ain't livin if you're down on your knees
Gotta break these chains if you wanna be free
I'm so tired, yah I'm so tired,
Of talkin that talk and walkin that wire
I'm so tired, my mind be fret
Gotta get out of here, this town ain't killin me yet
Man on the corner is dealing them thrills,
Sell your soul for a handful of pills
Devil in disguise, living off lies gonna bring you down
Better open your eyes
I'm so tired, yah I'm so tired,
Of talkin that talk and walkin that wire
I'm so tired, my mind be fret
Gotta get out of here, this town ain't killin me yet
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
Uncle Sam in my pocket, leaving me the change
Can't make an honest living on an honest man's wage
Sixty hours a week, barely alive
We weren't put on this earth so we can work and die
And I'm so tired, yah I'm so tired,
Of talkin that talk and walkin that wire
Yah I'm so tired, my mind be fret
Gotta get out of here, this town ain't killin me yet
I'm so tired, yah I'm so tired,
Of talkin that talk and walkin that wire
I'm so tired, my mind be fret
Gotta get out of here, this town ain't killin me yet
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Brown, Nathan Lockhart
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