Sick of Your Sound

(I'm sick of your sound) (I'm sick of your sound) I'm sick of your sound I'm sick of your sound I'm sick of your sound I'm sick, sick of your sound (I'm sick of your sound, I'm sick of your sound) (I'm sick of your sound) I'm sick of your sound Send them back to the moors now Couple days hadn't seen you skulk 'round Feeling zoned out I kick my feet up and watch from the porch I Cut my ties seven inch from my throat, why? (Why?) 'Cause I don't trust the way I feel and my mind lies (lies) Bark at the door boy Go and fetch last thing I said Don't show your face, or you'll never walk again I'm undercover I'll sleep under your covers I'll smack you like your mother Your mother doesn't love ya She didn't wanna have ya Forgot to wear a rubber And now we have to suffer Come on, show some love, oh, mama, I I'm sick of your sound I'm sick of your sound I'm sick of your sound I'm sick, sick of your sound (I'm sick of your sound, I'm sick of your sound) (I'm sick of your sound) God forbid he doesn't have any offspring (yeah) I'll find you all and stuff you inside a coffin You're nothing You knock at the door, pretend I'm not in So when you're feeling sad It's not my problem Go fetch Go back home Where you came from Down your rathole To your chaise longue Notting Hill breeds all the same though I'm sick of your sound, I'm sick of your sound I'm sick of your sound I'm undercover I'll sleep under your covers I'll smack you like your mother Your mother doesn't love ya She didn't wanna have ya Forgot to wear a rubber And now we have to suffer Come on, show some love, oh, mama, I I'm sick of your sound I'm sick of your sound I'm sick of your sound I'm sick, sick of your sound I'm sick of your sound I'm sick of your sound I'm sick of your sound I'm sick, sick of your sound I'm sick-, I'm sick of your sound I'm sick-, I'm sick of your sound I'm sick-, I'm sick of your sound (I'm sick, sick of your sound) I'm sick-, I'm sick of your sound I'm sick of your sand I'm sick of your sound (Woo) (I'm sick, sick of your sound) (I'm sick of your sound) I'm sick of your sound Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh-oh, my God Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh-oh, my God