Sick, Sick, Sick

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 it’s sick, sick, sick

Humans have their needs, living in a fairytale that’s tearing at the seams

A dank reject, the devil in a dress--exactly what you seem

Sick, Sick, Sick

It’s sick, sick, sick

You made a mess of things

My what a mess you’ve made

I hate the way you make me feel

I hate the way you make me

In your world it’s cold outside

So button up and open wide

I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick

If memory serves me correct, I gave you all and you gave me less

Your sexcapades deliver checks but can’t afford you self-respect

And it’s sick, sick, sick

Humans on their knees, living in a fairytale that’s tearing at the seams

A dank reject, the devil in a dress--exactly what you seem

Sick, Sick, Sick

It’s sick, sick, sick

You made a mess of things

My what a mess you’ve made

I hate the way you make me feel

I hate the way you make me

In your world it’s cold outside

So button up and open wide

I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick

Maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes

We grow up building lives with holes in all our walls

The walls can fall but here you were with spare bricks to save the day

And we pray it’s not too late

Spare bricks can be dead weight

Sick, Sick, Sick

It’s sick, sick, sick

Sick, Sick, Sick

It’s sick, sick, sick

You made a mess of things

My what a mess you’ve made

I hate the way you make me feel

I hate the way you make me

In your world it’s cold outside

So button up and open wide

I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick