The sun goes up, and the sun goes down,
You're a different colour every night
And you put yourself, into it
You put all your weight on it,
In hopes that you might get a chance, to be heard
Someone's listening, while you keep screaming,
And the sun goes up, and the sun goes down
No one's listening, no one's listening, to you
This is your last straw,
This is your last swing and
This is your last straw,
This ain't worth anything
The moon goes up, and the moon goes down,
You're a different colour every night
But it's too much, it's too much for you
So you say "Well fuck you,
I'm going back to S-S-Sault Ste Marie,
With or without, you and your big big mouth
And all it's big big words, again
Never again, will I listen, will I listen to you"
This is your last straw,
This is your last swing and
This is your last straw,
This ain't worth anything