Sick and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way they talk
Sick and tired, the things they say
Sick and tired, where's my J?
Sick and tired, same old song
Sick and tired, where's my bong?
Sick and tired, anarchy!
Spies are all around me, Spies in every county
Spies, my head's are bounty
Snipers in the air
The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus
The neighborhood watch is what they say,
But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another...
Generation X is the title they use
When I skate down MacKenzie Avenue.
Everybody that I see is lookin at me like a vandal
Maybe cause I'm (wheelin?) in some Dickies and some sandals
Man, I know what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood
The old folks always sayin that we ain't no good
Talkin to my pops about my music
Sayin we should keep it down and not abuse it
Man, I don't sweat those old ass bastards.
I just sit on the curb and with my herb and get plastered
They work all day long, they seem so bored
I think their ass should reside in the county morgue
They're postin up signs, man I think they should chill
Talkin if I don't call the cops then my neighbor will
Cause from city to city it's all the same.
The neighborhood watch is a big ass gang
Sick and tired the way they walk,
Sick and tired the way they talk
Sick and tired the things they say, sick and tired. Where's my J?
Sick and tired, same old song, sick and tired where's my bong?
Sick and tired, anarchy!
Spies are all around me, Spies in every county
Spies, my head's are bounty
Snipers in the air
The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus
The neighborhood watch is what they say,
But when I think they're walkin towards me, I light another...
Every night when the street lights came on
We used to gather round, take rips Well, I know how it feels to be ripped from my roots
And tossed into a world unbending.
Not long ago I was bitten by the truth
Some folks spend their whole life pretending.
Now I start each mornin' with the sunlight by my side
Find another highway, hitch another ride
And I use this six-string like an archer wields his bow
I believe when the arrow finds its mark
It pierces the soul.
(Chorus)
Three songs for a quarter each time I open my case
Four chords and the voice of a good man fallen from grace
No pity for me mister, I'm proud to be a drifter
A long shot from bein' a star
You know, the times ain't been easy
For me and my Homeless Guitar.
Now I know how it feels to be judged in a glance
Stripped of your pride and your passion.
I only know that the rivers of the soul
Run deeper than birthright or fashion.
I see you look me over, feel the weight of your stare
I'm sendin' you a message but you act like you don't care.
I see a ripple, a crack in your facade
You know, it really don't matter who you think you are
We're the same under God.
(2nd Chorus)
(Bridge)
I thank the Lord above for the gift He's given me
I'm richer than most men
Got a friend in my six-string
In a world where trust ain't got no guarantee
If you ain't got a penny
Gonna sing you this song for free, yeah.
(refrain)
Oh, I use these six-strings like an archer wields his bow
I believe when the arrow finds its mark
It pierces the soul.
(3rd Chorus)