Work So Hard

Words they bother me to no end To no end Always Bad news, bad luck, bad weather Bad weather yea... And i wish you wouldn't talk so much Talk so much Than maybe things would get better Things would be better yea yea. Oooh... Songs filling up the room Still you don't hear, Can't hear, Won't listen If you could only understand Only understand That I'm Sure that things will get better Yea... Get better yea yea... Why do i work so hard Why do i work so Hard Why do i work So hard... All alone Conversations are driving me insane With quiet complications Desperately in vain I listen I scream I laugh out loud at myself Watching myself Playing with myself As everyone can see The scarecrow is me Money i will never let you go Except as trade To buy things Get things Go places Its you My intuition Yea my intuition yea... There is no possible way That things could be better No things won't be better woah... Why do i work so hard Why do i work so Hard Why do i works so hard Why do i work So hard... Yea yea...