sick, tired and homeless

with no one here to sing for

tired of being weightless

for all these looking good boys



you can always say my attic has its charm

you can always say you did no major harm

you can always that summer had its charm

and that you did no major harm

oh, spare me if you please



sick, tired an sleepless

with no one else to shine for

sick of all my distress

but I won't show I'm still poor



symptoms are so deep

something here's so wrong

nothing is completenowhere to belong

symptoms are so deep

I think I'd better stay

here on my own

so spare me if you please