I'm getting sick of keeping positive

I'm getting bored of putting on a smile

and I've been so good but it doesn't do me no good

yeah I've been so good but it doesn't pay like it should



lord it's so hard to keep your head

when you've got everything to lose

and baby just brings bad news

as she goes running through



I'm getting sick of cleaning up the mess

and I'm getting sick of his helplessness

I'm getting bored of feeling insecure

and I'm getting bored of looking at his bedroom door

I'm getting bored of the songs he sings

that I've heard a million times before



lord it's so hard to keep your head

when you've got everything to lose

and baby just brings bad news

as she goes running through



lord it's so hard to keep your friends

when you own everything they choose

so baby just sings the blues

to anyone who seems to care



lord it's so hard to keep your head

when you've got everything to lose

and baby just brings bad news

as she goes running through



lord it's so easy when you're on the floor

when you've got nothing left to lose

so baby just cries for food

off anyone who won't refuse

off anyone who won't refuse

off anyone who won't refuse