SICK SICK SICK
STOMACH BOOK
Pills in the morning, sleep til the evening
Life is a dream
I'd rather let time march on without me
Living is boring, dying is easy
Baby, can't you see?
I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me
And I see every hypocrite
Who painted wounds on my skin
You make me sick, sick, sick
And I know everything you did
Reliving all your old sins
You makes me sick, sick, sick
And I thought I knew all your tricks
But that's not true, now is it?
You make me sick, sick, sick
You make me sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
You make me sick, sick, sick, sick
You make me sick, sick, sick
Pills in the morning, sleep til the evening
Life is a dream
I'd rather let time march on without me
Living is boring, dying is easy
Baby, can't you see?
I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me
But every now and then I find
An ugly voice from inside
Whispering promises
I'll be your little hedonist
And give you all my weakness
Aren't we just sick, sick, sick?
Pills in the morning, sleep til the evening
Life is a dream
I'd rather let time march on without me
Living is boring, dying is easy
Baby, can't you see?
I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me