This Life

This

This life is boring

This

This life right now is snoring

But that's all right

That's okay

It's still worth living

When it is not

I got the gun for my head

And I want to break free instead

But I could never pull the trigger

I get too scared

So I stand up instead

I go wild

Oh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song

There's a song, there's a song, there's a song

It's in my head

There's a song, there's a song

A little country song

That's in my head

Dear, dear man

Be nice to your girl

She knows that you could

Live without her

And so she cries in your arms

Every night

Til you walk out the door

She goes wild

Oh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song

There's a song, there's a song, there's a song

It's in my head

There's a song, there's a song

A little country song

It's in my head

It's in my head

"On a parti, six ans de mer

Sans pouvoir border la terre

Au bout de la septieme annee

On a manque de provisions"

{On stormy seas, we six years sailed

And never once green land we hailed

The bitter seventh year came on

We found our stores at last were gone}

Oh, it's in my head

It's in my head

It's in my head

It's in my head

It's in my head

It's in my head

It's in my head

It's in my head

It's in my head

It's in my head

It's in my head

It's in my head

This

This life is boring

This

This life right now is snoring