I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate But I know, I know I asked for this myself; Im bound by law to hell And its sick, sick, sick Humans have their needs, living in a fairytale thats tearing at the seams A dank reject, the devil in a dress--exactly what you seem
Sick, Sick, Sick Its sick, sick, sick
You made a mess of things My what a mess youve made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world its cold outside So button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick
If memory serves me correct, I gave you all and you gave me less Your sexcapades deliver checks but cant afford you self-respect And its sick, sick, sick Humans on their knees, living in a fairytale thats tearing at the seams A dank reject, the devil in a dress--exactly what you seem
Sick, Sick, Sick Its sick, sick, sick
You made a mess of things My what a mess youve made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world its cold outside So button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick
Maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes We grow up building lives with holes in all our walls The walls can fall but here you were with spare bricks to save the day And we pray its not too late Spare bricks can be dead weight
Sick, Sick, Sick Its sick, sick, sick Sick, Sick, Sick Its sick, sick, sick
You made a mess of things My what a mess youve made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world its cold outside So button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick
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Sick, Sick, Sick Its sick, sick, sick
You made a mess of things My what a mess youve made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world its cold outside So button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick
If memory serves me correct, I gave you all and you gave me less Your sexcapades deliver checks but cant afford you self-respect And its sick, sick, sick Humans on their knees, living in a fairytale thats tearing at the seams A dank reject, the devil in a dress--exactly what you seem
Sick, Sick, Sick Its sick, sick, sick
You made a mess of things My what a mess youve made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world its cold outside So button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick
Maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes We grow up building lives with holes in all our walls The walls can fall but here you were with spare bricks to save the day And we pray its not too late Spare bricks can be dead weight
Sick, Sick, Sick Its sick, sick, sick Sick, Sick, Sick Its sick, sick, sick
You made a mess of things My what a mess youve made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world its cold outside So button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick
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