I'm sick of the city I’m sick of the heat
Sick of 'm dopey nitwits at the shootin' galery
Sick from pickin' up the craps
From half the chicks that I’ve got

Social diseases and ratty lil' habits
Closin' me in drivin' me nuts
Always thought I had complete control
One day you wake up honey down the hole

I've been jivin' myself too long
I've been jivin' myself too long

Wake up too far gone to do y'r lousy routine
Like rip off some fag
Down at the pissin' machine
You know the past is a wound in the head
Lookin' back is a pain in the neck
Been jivin' myself too long with phone extacy
Lust for life straight from the pharmacy

I've been jivin' myself too long
I've been jivin' myself too long

There's a thing called love
But I can't seem to find it
Don't see them in the street
Don't see it in the poolhall at the disco
Don't see it at places where people should meet
There must be more good in life than I can see
Gotta find I way to make it part of me
Lord have mercy just some private lil' fantasy
Now back to reality look out
See that bum pull a gun for a hand full of chickenfeed
Right in the middle of weekend shoppin' mainstreet
Beat a bum for 25 cents
Toursits surrounded by uniformed misfits

I've been jivin' myself too long
I've been jivin' myself too long
I've been jivin' myself too long
I've been jivin' myself too long