Texty: Suicidal Tendencies. The Art Of Rebellion. Monopoly on Sorrow.

There's a cold wind in the winter of my mind
A season that lasts through all changes in time
I try so hard, sometimes I wish there was a rain check on tomorrow
Not ready to deal with what I don't wanna find

Struggling along just to hold on
I just wanna know why is it me

In a tear there is a message from the heart
Detached from the good, it's the hope gone astray
I cry so hard, sometimes, too scared to think, what will bring tomorrow
Already much more than I can handle today

I can't breathe, suffocate as I'm buried by hate
And so sadly I learn there's no justice to fate
I just wanna know why is it me
Losing the race with thoughts out of place
I just want to know why is it me

You ain't got a monopoly on sorrow
You know plenty has made it my way
You ain't got a monopoly on sorrow
There's plenty that feel [Incomprehensible] just the same

There's a pain so insane that I fight but can't tame
And my mind battles on as my body lies lame
I can't feel the feel but it feels like it hurts
I can't feel the feel but it feels like it hurts
I can't feel the feel but it feels like it hurts, hurts, hurts

And I know that I know I don't know if I know if
It just would stay clear then I'd see and I'd go
I just wanna know why's it me

Ain't got a monopoly on sorrow

You, you, you ain't got no, no, you ain't got no, no
You ain't got no, no, you ain't got no, no
There's no monopoly on sorrow, no monopoly on sorrow
No monopoly on sorrow, no, no, no, no

You ain't got no, no, no, you ain't got no, no, no
You ain't got no, no, no, you ain't got no, no, no
No monopoly on sorrow, monopoly on sorrow
Monopoly on sorrow

No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
Yo ain't got no, no, no, no, no

You ain't got no monopoly on sorrow