Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick of your sound (Sick of your sound)
I
Send them back to the moors now
Couple days hadn
Skulk round
Feelin zoned out
I kick my feet up
And watch from the porch I
Cut my ties seven inch from my throat why (Why)
In my mind lies (Lies)
Bark at the door boy
Go and fetch
Last thing I said
Don
I
I
I
Your mother doesn
She didn
Forgot to wear a rubber
And now we have to suffer
Come on show some love oh mama I
Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Your sound, I
God forbid he doesn
I
You
You knock at the door, pretend I
So when you
It
Go fetch
Go back home
Where you came from
Down your rat hole
To your chaise longue
Notting Hill breeds all the same though
I
I
I
I
I
Your mother doesn
She didn
Forgot to wear a rubber
And now we have to suffer
Come on show some love oh mama I
Sick of your sound
I
Sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
I
Sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick, sick of your sound (Your sound)
Sick, sick of your sound
Sick of your sand
Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Sick of your sound
Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God