Fed Up Lyrics

You rock your hair down to your shoulders

Well, that is what it used to be

You try to shine you crazy diamond

you dream about being free

But now you gotta think of your future

You think of what it should have been

Na na na na na

Another lonely happy sunday

Let's get outside to meet a friend

He's gonna drink and have a laughter,

but soon it's gonna be the end

Because he's got a drinking problem

But deep inside he just don't care

Na na na na na na.

At first they're gonna have some bourbon

But then they're gonna have some wine

And then they're gonna have some Molly,

But first they're gonna smoke some grass

It's gonna get a little dirty

The walls are gonna have some blood

Oh, I used to be the sun

Oh oh oh

Oh, It don't make no sense at all

They used to be good friends

But now they kill themselves