Jivin' (Myself)

Herman Brood

I'm sick of the city

sick of the heat

sick of 'm dopey nitwits

at the shootin' galery

sick from pickin' up the craps

from half the chicks that I touch



Social diseases & ratty lil' habits

closin' me in

drivin' me nuts



Always thought I had complete control &

one day you wake up honey

down in the hole



I've been jivin' myself too long

I've been jivin' myself too long



Wake up too far gone to do y'r

lousy routine

like rip off some fag

down at the pissin' machine



You know the past is a wound in the head

lookin' back is a pain in the neck

been jivin' myself too long

with phone extacy

lust for life

straight from the pharmacy



I've been jivin' myself too long

I've been jivin' myself too long



There's a thing called love

but I can't seem to find it

don't see them in the street

don't see it in the poolhall at the disco

don't see it at places

where people should meet



There must be more good in life

than I can see

gotta find I way to make it part of me

lord have mercy

just some private lil' fantasy

now back to reality, look out

see that bum pull a gun

for a hand full of chickenfeed

right in the middle of

weekend shoppin' mainstreet

beat a bum for 25 cents

surrounded by tourists

& uniformed misfits



I've been jivin' myself too long