Lyrics:

i say youre messing me around

and you say its gettin outa hand

i'm sick of the country

sick of the town

im sick of the future

it;s gettin me down

i say the future's gonna last

you say there's nothin in the past

i'm sick of the government

sick of the police

sick of the boredom

i want release

i can recall a strange event

i gave you nothing with my compliments

a discontent that efferents an emptiness

and nothingness that's heaven sent

(solo)

i say ,and you say

i say, and you say

i say

its getting me down