Текст песни I Can't Take It - Hilltop Hoods

(I tried so hard to live my life)
(With these kind of people round me)
(With these kind of people round me)
(My friend's is turning, so keep my head high)
(Oh, don't you worry)
(Tell me people, I just gotta know)
(My head can't take it, can't take it no more)
(Tell me people, I just gotta know)

Check it out, ah, come on, (ay)
Man, I feel this pain and I realise the game ain't shit!
'Cause I've signed these kid's arm's where they've tried to (drain their wrists)
And that's as deep as it gets son
Deeper than an old drunk beating his step son
Now, how you going to mess with the loved ones, wanna beat em' It's like
This demon wanted kid's just to mistreat em'
As street preacher's scream at the heathens, man
We've been caught up in a net like sea creatures

Free speech is speechless we just don't care that they took it
We just don't care that they're crooked
Corruption is like cocaine
And everybody's just so high
And they're all so good lookin'
Man, (fuck that)
That kid's got gravel on his knees from the ground he grovel on
Matchstick, Babylon burn it to the ground, churn it up, rip it up
(Turn it upside down, burn it up)

And grandfather's died on battlefields so we could die in toilet floors
Smack up, pass out and soil our drawers
Cut throat, blood soaks, and soils our shores
We got a war for oil that gives us oil for wars
Fuck that man!
'Cause I'm a believer, I love life
I love pieces like they don't love either
My love is deeper, my brother's keeper
It's like they want to set us all now chuck the fucking ether, what

(I tried so hard to live my life)
(With these kind of people round me)
(With these kind of people round me)
(My friend's is turning so keep my head high)
(Oh, don't you worry)
(Tell me people, I just gotta know)
(My head can't take it, can't take it no more)
(Tell me people, I just gotta know)
(My head can't take it, can't take it no more)

Is the world made of plastic?
Is the city buried in scheme's?
Ain't it tragic, capture we rage and to lay in traffic
'Til it beats us into shape like a hated Blacksmith
Writing blue collar change, a kid escaping notice
When the fuck we became the process?
Tainted focus, straining, so stressed, pain of slow death, (no!)
Burn it down in the name of progress
We see, teach and (grow), the most lethal (foe)
When he kills for a reason he don't even (know)
While media's feeding your evening (show)
Like vampire's getting high on other people's (lows)

So while the court's are choked with matters
The only status that counts is the amount over balance
'Cause credit is a loan attached to a rope and ladder
If you don't know the swagger, the cloak and dagger
Sex workers, street 'earches, house's squalor
Glad the churches got Burgess out
We got murderous politics
Don't be absurd its gonna surface
Hidden by the courteous bounds of honour
And in the hope I'll cope I'll get over a flow
With the dope and lines in the Copa Nostra
And I'm focused to know where the loves at
Y'all gotta go then It'll come back, (come back, come back, come back, come back)

(Tell me people, I just gotta know)
(My head can't take it, can't take it no more)
(Tell me people, I just gotta know)
(My head can't take it, can't take it no more)