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Don't get me down down down(Living, living)Don't get me down down down down down down(Don't get me down now)Don't get me down down down(Living, living)Don't get me down down downIt's the little things that get me down down downI keep my chin up now(Living, living)Don't get me down(Living, living, living)OkayI'm sick of people asking me what time I woke up in the morningI'm feeling guilt when I say 1 'o four and I'm still yawningBeing called a waste man for chasing my ambitionWanting to save but sick of always borrowing and scrimpingI'm sick of joggers passing in the morning really fastMaking contact with my eyes so I can't check their brasI'm sick of making lists of things I'll never doOn my hand, piece of paper black and red and blueI'm sick of hearing sick of love songs there's no escapingCome to think of it I'm sick of love songs being made and[?] when all they play up on the radio is artists from the U.S.A.SongtexteAnd I'm sick of neighbors complaining come knocking at my doorSaying that my music's too loud making an applesauceSick of mashing up my teeth beef or ka-knifeI'm sick of seeing beef and you thought I meant a fightOh it's the little thingsThat get you down in the caught in the gutter and the middle brings fucked up soundsWell get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin upYeah it's the little thingsThat get you down in the caught in the gutter and the middle brings fucked up soundsWell get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin upAnd I refuse to be livingLiving as a prisoner in my mindLiving as a prisoner in my timeLiving as a prisoner why, why should I?I refuse to be living Living as a prisoner in my mindLiving as a prisoner in my time(No way)In my time(Not in my time)I'm sick to the back teeth of the splitting pain in my back teethAnd wishing I had paid back 16 pounds at the practiceNow I got fractures and cracks at the back where the caps fit at the front(Bing)They're still grinningI'm sick of rappers with an attitude who can't be funnyMainly hit the battle MC's who brag about their moneyWho got the money but they never made it from the musicYou made it cuz your daddy gave it to you don't abuse it I'm sick of sitting safety way within my overdraftNo need to find a bastard interests took me past my limit I can't get credit with it comes with chargeNow the sneaky fuckers switched my debit to a solo cardGirls who make me sickI wonder why they look at meSick of people looking at me crookedlySick of quitting smoking every other dayTurn my back a second ayAnd nicotine is back againOh it's the little thingsThat get you down in the caught in the gutter and the middle brings fucked up soundsWell get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up(Everywhere I go, trying to get me down but they know they'll never get me down)Yeah it's the little things(It's how we're rolling, we bounce round)That get you down in the caught in the gutter and the middle brings fucked up soundsWell get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin upI'm sick of watching women watch their weightRefuse to let me buy them food then eat most of mine off of my plateI'm not greed or really in love with my food, loveI'm just as bloody fucking hungry as youI'm sick of women being women that is arguing the pointCuz even when they're wrong they end up winning on pointsI'm sick of being right when people think I'm wrongCould of saved a lot of time if you'd listened all alongLivingLiving as a prisoner in my mindI refuse to be livingLiving as a prisoner in my timeIn my time[?] I dance to a different soundDifferent on my street don't break my crayonsCome and figure it but just a little bitCuz it's the little thingsAnd it depends where you're coming fromAnd it depends how far you are from the groundKeep your chin up to the soundWe've got to bounce roundDon't get me down down down Don't get me down down down down down Aus Songtexte Mania