I get tired, and upset
And i’m trying to care a little less
And i googoo i only get depressed
I was taught to touch those issues i was told
Don’t worry, there’s no doubt
There’s always something to cry about
When you’re stuck in an angry crowd
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouths

Pack up your drama and your old big bag
And carry them to see the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say about me
Pack up your drama and your old big bag
Don’t worry about the carvery
I don’t care what the whispers say
Cause they whisper too loud for me

Hot topic,
Maybe i should drop it,
It’s a touch in subject,
And i like to tiptoe round the ship gone down,
Got penny, no pound
So if your business is running out
It’s not my business to talk about
They don’t think what to say when they open their mouths

Pack up your drama and your old big bag
And carry them to see the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me
Pack up your drama and your old big bag
Don’t worry about the carvery
I don’t care what the whispers say
Cause they whisper too loud for me

Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet

Pack up your drama and your old big bag
And carry them to see the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me
Pack up your drama and your old big bag
Don’t worry about the carvery
I don’t care what the whispers say
Cause they whisper too loud for me

Yeahhh yeahhh yeaah
Yeah yeah
Yeah