I'M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED
Out of the Hospital, back in again.
When, oh when, when will it end.
The cough, the cough it is so bad.
The worst cough, I've ever had.
My eyes they water, then I sneeze.
I feel so weak, weak in the knees.
My head it hurts, and I can hardly stand.
My doctor I think, he don't give a dam.
Take these pills, call me in the morning.
If I don't die, and my family's a mourning.
Copyright ©2008 RussettStubbs
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