The Conventions of Stopping Lyrics

For the haves and have nots
Sitting on their porch steps
Calling on the neighbours
For tips on where to holiday
Oh, I've got a head like a sore bear
And I'm trying to not argue
But there's so much tension
That the pressure's got me wheezing
And I'm trying not to faint
But I want to stop the shouting
Oh, I've got a head like a sore bear

I've got a head like a sore bear
And a face like a raw egg
And there's so much bleeding
I cannot find my way out