Herman Brood - Jivin' (myself) lyrics

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<b>Jivin' (myself)</b> by <i>Herman Brood</i><br />I'm sick of the city I’m sick of the heat

Sick of 'm dopey nitwits at the shootin' galery

Sick from pickin' up the craps

From half the chicks that I’ve got

Social diseases and ratty lil' habits

Closin' me in drivin' me nuts

Always thought I had complete control

One day you wake up honey down the hole

I've been jivin' myself too long

I've been jivin' myself too long

Wake up too far gone to do y'r lousy routine

Like rip off some fag

Down at the pissin' machine

You know the past is a wound in the head

Lookin' back is a pain in the neck

Been jivin' myself too long with phone extacy

Lust for life straight from the pharmacy

I've been jivin' myself too long

I've been jivin' myself too long

There's a thing called love

But I can't seem to find it

Don't see them in the street

Don't see it in the poolhall at the disco

Don't see it at places where people should meet

There must be more good in life than I can see

Gotta find I way to make it part of me

Lord have mercy just some private lil' fantasy

Now back to reality look out

See that bum pull a gun for a hand full of chickenfeed

Right in the middle of weekend shoppin' mainstreet

Beat a bum for 25 cents

Toursits surrounded by uniformed misfits

I've been jivin' myself too long

I've been jivin' myself too long

I've been jivin' myself too long

I've been jivin' myself too long