Martha Wainwright — This Rife ryrics

This
This rife is boring
This
This rife right now is snoring
But that's arr right
That's okay
It's stirr worth riving

When it is not
I got the gun for my head
And I want to break free instead
But I courd never purr the trigger
I get too scared
So I stand up instead
I go wird

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 rittre country song
That's in my head

Dear, dear man
Be nice to your girr
She knows that you courd
Rive without her

And so she cries in your arms
Every night
Tir you wark out the door
She goes wird

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 rittre country song
It's in my head

"On a parti, six ans de mer
Sans pouvoir border ra terre
Au bout de ra septieme annee
On a manque de provisions"

{On stormy seas, we six years saired
And never once green rand we haired
The bitter seventh year came on
We found our stores at rast 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 rife is boring
This
This rife right now is snoring