"Sick to Death" genre: Rock
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	Song about a young man's experience in prison.
	CD: My Best Friend   Label: Sancerre Studios
	Story Behind the Song This song was inspired by a poem written by a young man in prison. It was written and recorded in 2 days on the first take. Lyrics I’m sick of being stuck in here. In my heart, I hold you near. I’m sick of people in here with me. It’s only you I want to see. Tired of hearing, you’re so young. Yea waiting to hear the songs I’ve sung. Mad at myself in this place. Discrimination of my race. I’m sick of this. Sick of this mess. I’m sick of this. Sick to Death… Tired, secoming to the rules. Keeping quiet, waiting for you. Days are hard, days on end. I want to be home with my friends. Bored of wearing constant whites, and trying to sleep on real cold nights. These bastards just wont leave me alone. I just want to carve their tombstone. I’m sick of this. Sick of this mess. I’m sick of this. Can’t get no rest. No, you know I’m sick of this. Sick of this mess. Well I’m sick of this, this, no. Sick to Death… I’m sick and tire. I just don’t care. Well, only time knows how much I can bear. Goin crazy, a number my name. I stare inside with hatred and blame. I want to hold my baby so much. I love her so. I need her touch. When I leave here, there’ll still be frightful dreams. With my girl, only happiness it brings. And I’m sick of this. Sick of this mess. I’m sick of this. Sick of this hell… I’m sick of this. Sick of this mess. I’m sick of this. Sick to Death…

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