Sad Night Dynamite - Sick of Your Sound

Sick of your soundSick of your soundSick of your soundSick of your soundSick, sick of your soundSick of your sound (Sick of your sound)I'm sick of your soundSend them back to the moors nowCouple days hadn't seen youSkulk roundFeelin zoned outI kick my feet upAnd watch from the porch ICut my ties seven inch from my throat why (Why)'Cause I don't trust the way I feelIn my mind lies (Lies)Bark at the door boyGo and fetchLast thing I saidDon't show your face or you'll never walk againI'm undercoverI'll sleep under your coversI'll smack you like your motherYour mother doesn't love yaShe didn't wanna have youForgot to wear a rubberAnd now we have to sufferCome on show some love oh mama ISick of your soundSick of your soundSick of your soundSick, sick of your soundYour sound, I'm sick of your sound (I'm sick of your sound)God forbid he doesn't have any offspringsI'll find you all and stuff you inside a coffinYou're nothingYou knock at the door, pretend I'm not inSo when you're feeling sadIt's not my problemGo fetchGo back homeWhere you came fromDown your rat holeTo your chaise longueNotting Hill breeds all the same thoughI'm sick of your sound, sick of your soundI'm sick of your soundI'm undercoverI'll sleep under your coversI'll smack you like your motherYour mother doesn't love yaShe didn't wanna have youForgot to wear a rubberAnd now we have to sufferCome on show some love oh mama ISick of your soundI'm sick of your soundSick of your soundSick, sick of your soundSick of your soundI'm sick of your soundSick of your soundSick, sick of your soundSick, sick of your soundSick, sick of your soundSick, sick of your sound (Your sound)Sick, sick of your soundSick of your sandSick of your soundSick of your soundSick of your soundOh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God