(Who Likes) Facing Situations - The Selecter

Don’t just sit there I’m bored and so are you

All you do is go on and on

Why worry if things are okay

It’s a funny situation

Who’s innocence is all of this guilt

Why think there’s always someone else to blame

But you still don’t care if it doesn’t reach you

If it doesn’t reach you

Can’t you see what it means to be me

I can’t seem to get through to you and me

We are in constant incommunicado, incommunicado, incommunicado

Just when I thought I must be numb to the pain

They’re still tampering inside

But you still don’t care

If it doesn’t reach you

If it doesn’t reach you

Boy me neck hot and sweaty- in the heat-in the city

People just piss around and let me down

Never meaning what they say

Each and every day

Just when I thought it-it-it

Here you take it