This Life

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
 Oh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song
 There's a song, there's a 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
 Oh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song
 There's a song, there's a 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
 It's in my head
 "On a parti, six ans de mer
 Sans pouvoir border la terre
 Au bout de la septieme annee
 On a manque 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