I'm getting sick of everyone I'm with   I'm getting sick of keeping positive   And I'm getting bored of putting on a smile   And I've been so good but it doesn't do me no good   Yeah, I've been so good but it doesn't pay like it should      Lord, it's so hard to keep your head   When you've got everything to lose   And baby just brings bad news   As she goes running through      I'm getting sick of cleaning up the mess   And I'm getting sick of his helplessness   I'm getting bored of feeling insecure   And I'm getting bored of looking at his bedroom door   I'm getting bored of the songs he sings   That I've heard a million times before      Lord, it's so hard to keep your head   When you've got everything to lose   And baby just brings bad news   As she goes running through      Lord, it's so hard to keep your friends   When you own everything they choose   So baby just sings the blues   To anyone who seems to care      Lord, it's so hard to keep your head   When you've got everything to lose   And baby just brings bad news   As she goes running through      Lord, it's so easy when you're on the floor   When you've got nothing left to lose   So baby just cries for food   Off anyone who won't refuse   Off anyone who won't refuse   Off anyone who won't refuse