Sick of the sick of the sick in the street

Sick walking under rubber trees

Over open drains with food or water poisoning 

Or in Europe in the snow

With oversalted cuisine 

Or just sick of school dinners anywhere

I'll soon get the sack or leave 

Good excuse to come back

The four seasons or sometimes two

Happy to see sad faces again on the street

Missing your face

Missing this place

I'm missing when I'm gone away

Sick when I go

Sicker when I stay