I'm listening with both ears coverednCan't hear those liesnI'm watching with both eyes shadednI still defynnOh you fill my headnThat dirt, it causes mind pollutionnOh push me with your fuck extreme solutionnThe screaming hat of angry shrieks and never makes a soundnI blink my bloodshot eyes and kick the groundnnWhy don't you do something to help me?nI'm sick and tired of sitting in the Wrong ChairnIf you have something to day than say itnI'm damned if I ain't sitting in the Wrong ChairnSitting... sitting in the Wrong ChairnnI'm running but my feet are walkingnBut still I trynWe suffer and you just keep talkingnI don't know whynnOh your schizophrenic attitudenBeats nails into my kneenOh you raise the lid and set the chaos freenThe parasitic rats live off my backnTake everything they cannHere's a finger. Spin on it, sick man!nnWhy don't you do something to help me?nI'm sick and tired of sitting in the Wrong ChairnIf you have something to day than say itnI'm damned if I ain't sitting in the Wrong ChairnnSpin on it, sick man!