Sister Hazel Lyrics
"What Kind Of Living"

Well it's not working anymore
I'm stuck in things I've always done before
I am broken, I am sore
I don't want to live in here anymore

Whoa, something's got to go
I'm gonna make myself sick

Smokin cigarettes
Bein' such a dictator
Sooner or later, I'll die
And nobody there will even think to cry
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, something's got to go
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, whoa yeah
What kind of living is that?

And it's not easy bein' here
Running circles like I've done for years
I am angry and I am scared
How much more till I disappear

Whoa, something's got to go
I'm gonna make myself ill

Wasting time, stuck in years of frustration
I've never been patient at all
I can't run until I learn to crawl
What kind of living is that?
Whoa, whoa yeah
What kind of living is that?
No, no, no, no, no
Something's got to go

Well I'm gonna make myself sick
Smoking cigarettes
Being such a dictator
Sooner or later, I'll die
Nobody there will even think to cry
What kind of living is that?

Oh, no, no, no
What kind of living is that?
Whoa no no no oh no no
What kind of living is that?
Whoa no na no na no noo
What kind of living is that?
What kind of living is that?
What kind of living is that?