"SICK OF IT" lyrics

What's another night in the city? Where the tubes are looking busy
I hear fighting in the echoes of the tunnels, probably petty
Bet there's no love lost there, fake smile, thick glares
It wears on the state of affairs

Why am I glued to a phone screen like it's a routine?
Am I really living, or is this a false dream?
Travel all day, still I'm going nowhere
Used to get the bus, I could not make the train fare

It's just a rat race, last place, tripping on a shoe lace
I'm so sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it
I see a blank face, suitcase, climbing up a staircase
I'm so sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it
Oh, where does life go in a dead routine?
Wanna see the world, but you're part of the machine?
The writings on the wall now, read the words
So sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it

Huddled like cattle as we rattle to the next stop
No one gets off, almost double, feel the tube rock
Red light signal, caught in the middle
Can't complain when I've been dodging the fare (To no where)
Getting dizzy as I step out, to slow, no doubt
Find it hard to focus, real commotion, need a new route
Bus replacement, no information, go to help
But there's nobody there

Yeah, it's just a rat race, last place, tripping on a shoe lace
I'm so sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it
I see a blank face, suitcase, climbing up a staircase
I'm so sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it
Oh, where does life go in a dead routine?
Wanna see the world, but you're part of the machine?
The writings on the wall now, read the words
So sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it

I'm falling apart, feel so left in the dark
Think this might be the part I start questioning me
So admit I've been lost now, for years got it wrong
Try to find my way back, but I know it's all gone

It's just a rat race, last place, tripping on a shoe lace
I'm so sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it
I see a blank face, suitcase, climbing up a staircase
I'm so sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it
Oh, where does life go in a dead routine?
Wanna see the world, but you're part of the machine?
The writings on the wall now, read the words
So sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it

Yeah
I'm so sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it
So sick
I'm so sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it
I'm so sick, so tired
I'm so sick
So sick, sick, sick, sick of being sick of it
Sick