Do the Sick

Lyrics

[Intro] Burning parts Boils too We got a fucking fever of a hundred-and-two [Verse 1] Everyone's sicker than a dog in here No one's got the medicine to make it all clear Stranger things have happened, but they're certainly rare And no one's survived 'em anyway, so we don't fucking care Give us a pill, pass us a drink Our hair is fucking falling out and clogging the sinks Water on the floor like a fucking slip and slide, so come on everybody, let's go for a ride [Chorus] And do the sick Sick, throw up, roll around in the muck Yeah, it's the dance that we do to get fucked Everybody's too gross to get unstuck, and no we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck [Refrain] Beating on each other with our fist and our wrists, just to get our fucking heads to stop Lying to each other that tomorrow will be better when we know damn well we're fucked Fuck! [Spoken Word] "Drugs are menacing our society. They're threatening our values and undercutting our institutions. We've taken strong steps to do something about this horror. They're killing our children." [Verse 2] We'll do the sick Sick 'til we're all deep in the ground and trash with the worms and their friends Rolling in our graves 'til the fucking world ends No one can avoid it, we're not making amends Everyone's sicker than a dog in here No one's go the wherewithal to make it all clear If anybody had a clue, we'd work out a plan, but it's easier to think of ways to laugh it off instead Gimme a pill, pass me a drink It's an easier solution than to actually think Our hair is falling out and clogging the sinks And the waste has piled up to the point where it stinks [Chorus] Do the sick Sick, throw up, roll around in the muck Yeah it's the dance that we do to get fucked Everyone's too gross to get unstuck, and we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck [Outro] So we're beating on each other with our fists and our feet just to try and get a minute of sleep When if we all get along, sing a couple of songs, we'd slow the sprint toward death to a creep (Go!) Beating on each other with our fist and our wrists just to get our pounding heads to stop Lying to each other that tomorrow will be better when we know damn well we're fucked