This Life

This, this life is boring
This, this life right now is snoring
But thats all right
Thats okay
Its still worth living
When it is not
I got the gun for my head
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, theres a song , theres a song, theres a song, theres a song, theres a song, theres a song
Its in my head
Theres a song, theres a song
A little country song
Its 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, theres a song, theres a song, theres a song, theres a song, theres a song, theres a song
Its in my head
Theres a song, theres a song
A little country song
Its in my head
Its in my head
'On a parti, six ans de mer(On stormy seas, we six years sailed)
Sans pouvoir border la terre(And never once green land we hailed)
Au bout de la septieme annee(The bitter seventh year came on)
On a manque de provisions'(We found our stores at last were gone )
Its in my head (repeat)
This, this life is boring
This, this life right now is snoring