[Lyric] Sick Country (Matt McNish)

Wake up it’s just another day
Drink up that coffee stormy-brained
What were you dreaming anyway?
Best not to dwell amidst the grave

Do-do-do, this country got you feeling blue?
Do-do-do, sick country coughing in the fumes of
All impending doom, sick country’s got it’s (kick drum) hooks in you!
Whoo!

Pick up the truck, c’mon kid look up
See all that stuff they’re burning up?
Big plumes of smoke up in the sky
Dead fishin’ river, bird decline

Do-do-do, sick country tap your steel-toe boots
Do-do-do, sick country whistling the tune of
All impending doom, sick country’s got it’s (kick drum) hooks in you!
Whoo!

It’s getting hard to believe
Goddamn
It’s getting hard to believe
I am
Independent and free
Goddamn
You made a fool out of me
But my hands
Still clap to the beat
Goddamn
Sick country’s in my head
Sick country’s in my head
Sick country’s in my head
Sick country’s in my head

It’s getting hard to believe…