Conker's Bad Fur Day

I haven't cried in about four years
I think I've dried all my tears
I've still got all of my fears
And I don't like it
Summer just isn't the same
I've only myself to blame
No dignity and no shame
Not gonna fight it

All of my fears turn to reality
I'm tired of being what people want me to be
I just wanna live young, wild and free
But I'm fucking done with this shit

Cigarette butts on the pavement floor
I don't wanna be here anymore
I'm sick to death of my shit old town
I'm scared to even put my fucking feet on the ground

I cannot help you no more
I'm losing life, of that I'm sure
If you call me up again tonight
And tell me it's gon' be alright
Then I'll tell you that you're talking shit

All of my fears turn to reality
I'm tired of being what people want me to be
I just wanna live young, wild and free
But I'm fucking done with this shit

Cigarette butts on the pavement floor
I don't wanna be here anymore
I'm sick to death of my shit old town
I'm scared to even put my fucking feet on the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Quirke
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