Sick and Tired Lyrics

I'm sick of begging for crumbs

And harvesting small potatoes

Tired of bones that are thrown

And scraps from the devil's table

I'm sick of shooting too low

And working so hard for peanuts

Keeping my nose to grindstone

With no reward for my efforts

I'm sick of grasping at straws

For diminishing small returns

All these years buckling under

A kid starting from the bottom

I'm sick of feeling obscured

With my life under a bushel

Tired reaching for the light

At the end of a dark tunnel

I'm sick and tired of being hired

Over qualified and getting fired

Sick and tired but always inspired

Can't help myself,

That's the way

I'm wired