Lyrics

In a package that comes in the mail everyday I received my headache and failed to relay All the things that I'm constantly hoping to say To those who we all hold so dear I once had the knack but it didn't last long The last time I had that, it wasn't that strong It's clear to me now that it's all turned out wrong For those who we all hold so dear Oh-ho, and it's making me cry Oh-ho, they won't let me get high I can remember when things weren't so tough Just a few worries but still not enough They soon began building and too much to tell To those who we all hold so dear Oh-ho, and it's making me cry Oh-ho, they won't let me get high