Sick

I’m sick of all the lies,
All the shit, taking the piss,
And acting the mick.

I’m sick of all the hatred,
All the disgust, revelling in bile,
And swallowing your pride.

I’m sick of all of it.
Your excuses, they don’t mean a thing.

Call me cunt, call me prick,
Call me the bastard and call me the dick.

But how many fucks does my face give!?