Lyrics

When you talk too much
Pride comes before the fall
Why don't you look it up
Hey, it's the truth for all y'all

I'm sick and I'm tired
I'm just about through with it
I'm sick and I'm tired
Of trudging through this, Hey! Oh!
I'm sick and I'm tired
and I'm just about ready to fly
I'm sick and I'm tired
No more tears to cry

With my fist balled up
I was just about ready to fight
Kept me all tied up
No room left for the light....