Jetty Rae - Sick lyrics

rate me

There is a wrong and there is a right

Well if you think you wronged me

Then you'd be right

Back when music meant saying something worth being said

Not money in your pocket but a soul to be fed

With the music of the streets

Not the chic beats of the elite

Or the wannabe street

With the same old sheets of recycled notes

Everything except for hope floats

I've always believed that something worth saying has got to be said

Can no longer insult your heart, by ignoring your head

So lay in your coffin like it's your bed

Can't rest in this present life, your life to be led

So plant those seeds that are in your hand

Let them scatter and blow like grains of sand

And let them march together like a marching band

Only room for one conductor in this dry and homely band

United we stand, and hail high the unheard cries

That are held in our unfurled hands

Oh all our mighty plans to plant and grow

Invest and show, show me the money, it makes me sick

It makes me sick, sick, sick

I refuse to be the hands on a clock that tick

Or part of a faulty foundation laid with my own bricks

My selfish tricks, my rhythmic licks, my ungodly kicks

Oh it makes me sick

Talk about distraction like it's a normal human reaction

To walk through life numb, here we come, and I'm done

My brother once said I'd rather be alive than dead

To the truth that is redder than red

It's redder than red, red, red, red

I know what I'm trying to say, even as I awoke today

with a cloud over my heart and in my head

Something worth saying is worth being said

It's not about inventing your own rules,

rolling with your own crews, protesting gas, or dissing the news

When the only thing that rolls is a royce

And the people rejoice, and I cry because I don't have a choice

Of the moldy bread that I'm being fed

Of people saying things not worth being said

Let alone put to a note, everything except for hope floats

And I don't care if you're not there 'cause

the songs that you are singing are just air

There just air, air, air

I told the devil there was no smoking in this place

Then the devil, he blew smoke in my face

I told the devil there was no feeling in my heart

Then the devil he threw a fiery dart

Now try to tell me that the devil ain't smart

That he ain't smart, smart, smart

So plant the seeds that are in your hand