He said you called on his birthday
You were off by, like, ten days
But you get a few points for trying
Well, I am tired of being sad
I feel it when I wake up
And it just stays bad
It hits me like a sickness
Or a steamroller
Makes me wanna lay down
And get run over
Make us stand before the masses like two speakers for the poor
When there was no revolution, nothin' we were fighting for
