Sick

November 19, 2017

{Chorus One}

 

I’m getting sick

Sick of the same old shit

 

I’m becoming sick

Sick of the everyday bullshit

 

I’m getting sick

Sick of the same old shit

 

I’m becoming sick

Sick of the everyday bullshit

 

(Pause)

 

{Verse One}

 

I’m getting sick, sick of the same old shit

 

I should think wise, wise and dig myself out of this ditch

 

I need to find someone, someone who can make their hand and my face hit

 

(A hand that’ll) force my face to turn sideways, which is followed by a mouthful of spit

 

A hit that makes me do a backflip

 

A backflip that knocks me out of my bad habits

 

I need my bad habits to fall into Satan’s bottomless pit

 

Fall deep down into his dark abyss

 

After that’s done with I should be cured from sick

 

 

{Chorus Two}

 

I’ve been sick

Sick of living like this

 

I can’t deny that I’m sick

Sick of chasing my fix

 

I’ve been sick

Sick of living like this

 

I can’t deny that I’m sick

Sick of chasing my fix

 

(Pause)

 

{Verse Two}

 

I’ve been sick, sick of living like this

 

I should think straight, straight and think my way off of this cliff

 

I need to find someone, someone who can give me a hand before I slip

 

(A hand that’ll) make me realize there’s more to life and not to quit

 

A slip that could put a dent in my life, a big ole chip

 

A big ole chip in which was brought on by my bad habits

 

I need my bad habits to fall into Satan’s bottomless pit

 

Fall deep down into his dark abyss

 

After that’s done with I should be cured from sick

 

 

{Chorus Three}

 

I am sick

Sick and there’s no way to fix it

 

I’m a man who’s sick

Sick of pulling out my needle kit

 

I am sick

Sick and there’s no way to fix it

 

I’m a man who’s sick

Sick of pulling out my needle kit

 

(Pause)

 

{Verse Three}

 

I am sick, sick and there’s no way to fix it

 

I should think positive, positive and relax enough to sit

 

I need to find someone, someone who can hold my hand and help me through these fits

 

(A hand that’ll) show me love, love that’s thick

 

A fit that could turn my life around quick

 

So quick that I wouldn’t be worried about my bad habits

 

I need my bad habits to fall into Satan’s bottomless pit

 

Fall deep down into his dark abyss

 

After that’s done with I should be cured from sick

 

 

{Chorus Four}

 

I’m no longer sick

Sick is outta the picture, no more need to nitpick

 

Because I am free from sick

Sick can fly away on a broomstick

 

I’m no longer sick

Sick is outta the picture, no more need to nitpick

 

Because I am free from sick

Sick can fly away on a broomstick

 

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