Lyrics

Sore

Lately, I’m afraid I’ve been in a dry spell.
might be feeling older, but I cannot tell. even find it hard to wish my neighbours well.
I never go to answer when they ring the bell.

I used to make money putting doors on cars. I worked through the night. I never saw one star.
I’ve come along since then, but not too far.
I drove straight through a red. I swear I never even saw her.

It’s getting harder to remain so self-assured. All I’m doing is walking out the same old doors.
I’m sick and tired of saying, “Life’s a bore.”
I want to soar, not to be sore.

If I quit my job and I go back to school
I’m gonna have to forego the backyard pool.
My mom and dad are asking, “Did we raise us a fool?”
If I have kids are they going to think I’m cool?

I’ve never had a second chance to make my first choice.
I wasn’t born with with a sweet, angel-like voice.
I don’t got a lot of frills. I don’t got a lot of toys.
Am I such a bad role model for the girls and boys?

It’s getting harder to remain so self-assured. All I’m doing is walking out the same old doors.
I’m sick and tired of saying, “Life’s a bore.”
I want to soar, not to be sore.

I need supplies. I’m all fresh out. I’ve been living on the inside, and I’m coming out.
I hear the shouts. I see the crowds.
I try to get through them with a little bit of class,
But it just won’t last.
Life is long, but it still goes by too fast.

When I get a little honey, there’ll be honey in the cake. You’ve got to do the dishes if you want to bake.
There’s something in the oven, and I’m going to let you taste.
You take it to your bed, and it’s keeping you awake.

I’m making you a drink, and I’m gonna watch the news.
Are we gonna win? Are we gonna lose?
My baby always tells me I gotta watch my booze.
Here’s a little bit of gin and a lot of juice.

It’s getting harder to remain so self-assured. All I’m doing is walking out the same old doors.
I’m sick and tired of saying, “Life’s a bore.”
I want to soar, not to be sore.