Sick Boy

get out of here and get your money
and all the stuff you've left behind

pink leather, high heels, drink n' driving
and all the pills that you can find

you love a lot of sex, lots of dope, lots of parties
and all those things that get you high

you wanna be a star, be so rich, be so famous
but in the end you will just burn

sick boy motherfucker
sick boy, you're a fucking sick boy

follow the stars to the clubs and the limos
you love to be on camera's eye
it's such a shame what you do for money
it really makes you lose your mind

you love a lot of sex, lots of dope, lots of parties
and all those things that gets you high
you want a lot of friends, lots of cars, lots of lovers
but in the end your sky will fall

And even being so fucking dumb
you think you're smarter than the rest of us