I'm listening with both ears covered   Can't hear those lies   I'm watching with both eyes shaded   I still defy      Oh you fill my head   That dirt, it causes mind pollution   Oh push me with your fuck extreme solution   The screaming hat of angry shrieks and never makes a sound   I blink my bloodshot eyes and kick the ground      Why don't you do something to help me?   I'm sick and tired of sitting in the Wrong Chair   If you have something to day than say it   I'm damned if I ain't sitting in the Wrong Chair   Sitting... sitting in the Wrong Chair      I'm running but my feet are walking   But still I try   We suffer and you just keep talking   I don't know why      Oh your schizophrenic attitude   Beats nails into my knee   Oh you raise the lid and set the chaos free   The parasitic rats live off my back   Take everything they can   Here's a finger. Spin on it, sick man!      Why don't you do something to help me?   I'm sick and tired of sitting in the Wrong Chair   If you have something to day than say it   I'm damned if I ain't sitting in the Wrong Chair      Spin on it, sick man!