What a Waste

I've been feeling the pressure of what you have done. That mess left behind you, who reaps what you've sewn? But the sun don't shine without you around. The sun don't shine. What a waste. What a waste. I've been looking for shelter from what you have done. That needle will take you as quick as the gun. The sun don't shine without you around. The sun don't shine. What a waste. What a waste. We're moving without you. We're picking up the pieces that you left behind. We're losing without you. We're picking up the pieces of you. What a waste. What a waste --- What A Waste - 500 Miles To Memphis