Suicide's an Alternative / You'll Be Sorry

Sick of people-no one's real

Sick of chicks-they're all bitches

Sick of you-you're too hip

Sick of life-it sucks

Suicide's an alternative

Sick of trying-what's the point

Sick of talking-no one listens

Sick of listening-it's all lies

Sick of thinking-just end up confused

sick of myself-don't wanna live

Sick and tired-and no one cares

Sick of life-it sucks

Sick of politics-for the rich

Sick of power-only oppresses

Sick of government-full of tyrants

Sick of school-total brainwash

Sick of music-top-40 sucks

Sick of myself-don't wanna live

Sick and tired-and no one cares

Sick of life-it sucks

Suicide's an alternative

Sick of life-it sucks

Sick and tired-and no one cares

Sick of myself-don't wanna live

Sick of living-I'm gonna die

Suicide's an alternative

Well I've got a little story to tell

About a little red-assed punk that came from Hell

He said Satan's been looking especially for me

He said Satan's got a paper gonna set your body free

He said power and glory, bitches for screwin'

All in your name and all for you today

Oh yeah

Power and fame, all in your name

All the gold and bitches you ever could have

Oh yeah

You'll have power, fame, all in your name

All that you want, all that you need

Everything that you ever could read

Anything anything that you ever would need

Well sign the paper that's all you do

Sign the paper it's ready too

Anything there it's all for you

Well this is all you got to do

So I looked him in the eye and I said

"Fuck you you little red-assed goblined-breathed horned-hed motherfucker!"

Cause I don't care too much about gold

And I don't really give a fuck about what you've been told

And I don't really care for anyone looking after me

Cause I'm a meaner son of a bitch than that fuck ever could be