You don't have to be loud to have a voice
I'm sick of the noise it has no meaning
Take a chance and tell me how you feel
Tell me something that is real
That has so much more appeal
You don't have to know what's right to know you've been wrong
Stop singing that same old tired song
You don't have to try so very hard
We know that you've come so far
Just have faith in who you really are
You're always putting on heirs
Just to make sure someone out there cares
You bitch and scream and make a scene
But your words they don't mean a thing
You're fuckin' sick
And I don't care care
Because I've had it with your shit
Every time you come around
You kick my spirits to the ground
Take a look at me my friend
'Cause my rope it has reached its end
Oh You're fuckin' sick
And I don't care care care
Because I've had it with your shit
Well every time I try to lend a hand
You bite it in the end you bite it in the end
Yeah every time I try to lend a hand
You bite it in the end you bite it in the end
You don't have to be loud to have a voice
I'm sick of the noise it has no meaning
Take a chance and tell me how you feel
Show me something that is real
That has so much more appeal
You don't have to know what's right to know you've been wrong
Stop singing that same old tired song
You don't have to try so very hard
We know that you've come so far
Just have faith in who you really are
You are you are you are you are
Oh you're fuckin' sick
And I don't care care
No I don't care care
No I don't C-c-c-c-c-c-c-care
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020
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