Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do the Sick , by - Direct Hit!. Song from the album Wasted Mind, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 23.06.2016
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do the Sick , by - Direct Hit!. Song from the album Wasted Mind, in the genre Иностранный рокDo the Sick |
| Everyone’s sicker than a dog in here |
| No one’s got the medicine to make it all clear |
| Stranger things have happened, but they’re certainly rare |
| And no one’s survived em anyway, so we don’t fucking care |
| Give us a pill, pass us a drink |
| Our hair is fucking falling out and clogging the sinks |
| Water on the floor like a fucking slip and slide, so come on everybody, |
| let’s go for a ride |
| And do the sick |
| Sick, throw up, roll around in the muck |
| Yeah, it’s the dance that we do to get fucked |
| Everybody’s too gross to get unstuck, and no we’re not the kind of people with |
| any kind of luck |
| Beating on each other with our fist and our wrists, just to get our fucking |
| heads to stop |
| Lying to each other that tomorrow will be better when we know damn well we’re |
| fucked |
| Fuck! |
| We’ll do the sick |
| Sick til we’re all deep in the ground and trash with the worms and their friends |
| Rolling in our graves til the fucking world ends |
| No one can avoid it, we’re not making amends |
| Everyone’s sicker than a dog in here |
| No one’s go the wherewithal to make it all clear |
| If anybody had a clue, we’d work out a plan, but it’s easier to think of ways |
| to laugh it off instead |
| Gimme a pill, pass me a drink |
| It’s an easier solution than to actually think |
| Our hair is falling out and clogging the sinks |
| And the waste has piled up to the point where it stinks |
| And do the sick |
| Sick, throw up, roll around in the muck |
| Yeah it’s the dance that we do to get fucked |
| Everyone’s too gross to get unstuck, and we’re not the kind of people with any |
| kind of luck |
| So we’re beating on each other with our fists and our feet just to try and get |
| a minute of sleep |
| When if we all get along, sing a couple of songs, we’d slow the sprint toward |
| death to a creep |
| Beating on each other with our fist and our wrists just to get our pounding |
| heads to stop |
| Lying to each other that tomorrow will be better when we know damn well we’re |
| fucked |
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