This Life — Martha Wainwright

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

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

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

"On a parti, six ans de mer Sans pouvoir border la terre Au bout de la septi?me ann?e On a manqu? 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