Sick'n'Tired

I cry for my old friends It depends, in this life nothing can be won I long to talk with them Skin ‘em when banging my old drums I’m sick ‘n’ tired of the dead!.. I think I live without this thing The weight of my shoulder Memories grow sweeter within time (It’s) like wine gets better all the time I’m sick ‘n’ tired of the dead!.. Me here watching on The world still going wrong Angry winds blow on Still I feel strong in where I belong How should I sit, how should I work today? How I wish I’d live without pain All I know is that we should grow! I’m sick ‘n’ tired of the dead!.. Just be found!