Beth Hart - Sick

I beg your attention
From my generation
This is all your fault
You feed me distractions
And sell misdirections
This is all your fault

The blind are tying to lead the way
It's time someone had something to say
But nothing changes we're all strangers
Faces in the crowd
If these are the choices we get from our voices
Then you can count me out

Lay me down over the ocean
Where the good life still exists
Lay me down under the covers
Cause this life makes me
Sick

We're alienated suppressed and sedated
This is all your fault
Don't want compensation from your hate corporation
This is all your fault

The lost are trying to lead the way
The cost is left for us to pay
But nothin' changes we're all strangers faces in the crowd
If these are the choices we get from our voices then
You can count me out

Lay me down over the ocean
Where the good life still exists
Lay me down under the covers
Cause this life makes me
Sick

I beg your attention
from my generation
This is all your fault
I am not discouraged
Or the slightest bit nervous
You've been voted out