Sick & Tired

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 say 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 You can always say my attic has its charm you can always say you did no major harm you can always say that summer had its charm and that you did no major harm oh, spare me if you please Symptoms are so deep something here's so wrong nothing is complete nowhere to belong symptoms are so deep I think I'd better stay here on my own so spare me if you please