Lyrics

I'm getting sick, I'm getting sick I'm getting sick, I'm getting sick Desperation gladly welcoming slackshit to put its order in In living rooms sweet point every assumption for the topics to be known All needs to relax asked and smiled their separate appointments And the gray hired hands that get away with it still So welcome slackshit order glowing it's the thing to do And all these foreign beauties are taken as personal attacks It's your exciting authority-mingled striptease That's cutting your strokes up to heave You're cutting strokеs up to heave You're cutting strokеs up to heave You're cutting strokes up to heave You're cutting strokes up to heave You're cutting strokes up to heave You're cutting strokes up to heave You're cutting strokes up to heave You're cutting strokes up to heave You're cutting strokes up to heave You're cutting strokes up to heave You're cutting strokes up to heave You're cutting strokes up to heave