i say youre messing me around and you say its gettin outa hand i'm sick of the country sick of the town im sick of the future it;s gettin me down i say the future's gonna last you say there's nothin in the past i'm sick of the government sick of the police sick of the boredom i want release i can recall a strange event i gave you nothing with my compliments a discontent that efferents an emptiness and nothingness that's heaven sent (solo) i say ,and you say i say, and you say i say its getting me down