Sick Of Home - Government Warning

I’m sick of love, and i’m sick of home

Like a ghost on a breeze out into the unknown

My eyelids are as heavy as stones

I’m emaciated and i’m out on my own

This has happened for the very last time

Let the cold sweet southern air wash out my mind

This has gotta be the very last time

Let the cool sweet southern breeze blow out my mind

One day ill be free to go wherever i like

I’m selling off everything that i own

Like a tumbleweed blowing where ever the wind blows

The shirt on my back and a gram of blow

Its time to go, man i really gotta go

I got to forget this place its warped my mind

The drolling day to day has warped my me

My poor affected brain, i’m warped and blind

This fucking life of mine… oh