What Kind Of Living

Well it's not working anymore

I'm stuck in things I've always done before

I am broken, I am sore

I don't want to live in here anymore



Whoa, something's got to go

I'm gonna make myself sick



Smokin cigarettes

Bein' such a dictator

Sooner or later, I'll die

And nobody there will even think to cry

What kind of living is that?

Whoa, something's got to go

What kind of living is that?

Whoa, whoa yeah

What kind of living is that?



And it's not easy bein' here

Running circles like I've done for years

I am angry and I am scared

How much more till I disappear



Whoa, something's got to go

I'm gonna make myself ill



Wasting time, stuck in years of frustration

I've never been patient at all

I can't run until I learn to crawl

What kind of living is that?

Whoa, whoa yeah

What kind of living is that?

No, no, no, no, no

Something's got to go



Well I'm gonna make myself sick

Smoking cigarettes

Being such a dictator

Sooner or later, I'll die

Nobody there will even think to cry

What kind of living is that?



Oh, no, no, no

What kind of living is that?

Whoa no no no oh no no

What kind of living is that?

Whoa no na no na no noo

What kind of living is that?

What kind of living is that?

What kind of living is that?