find peace in soul. . The world is sick. People don't mix now. Cans replace the land. . You better run, run, run. You better run, run, run. You better run, run, run. When the kingdom comes
I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate. But I know, I know I asked for this myself I'm bound by law to hell. And its Sick! Sick! Sick!. Humans have their needs, living in a
. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Yeah, we're united under our indifference. And I'm
escalator. You're on the up escalator. But you're living in an upside down world. There's mother sickpeople turning up at your door. But your bodyguard explained. You don't live there no more. Your
most anything Yes, she's my doctor when I'm sick, people. She's my all around standby. Oh, she's my lawyer when I'm in trouble, people. She's my mother when I wanna cry. Yes, I've got a right to love
Politically correct and mentally erect. I'm doing everything I can to conserve the best. But life ain't nothin' but a bowl a grits. And this United States proud * makes me sickPeople tell me
Sick boy, in his faded blue jeans. Sick boy, black leather jacket scene. Sick boy, he's always in trouble. With the law don't you know Sick boy, he carries a switch blade knife. Sick boy, likes
and meter. Make your final touch; people talk too much. Madman screams an unknown language. Still shaking in the tear room, like a sick child. Still shaking, nothing reconciled, like a sick child
