Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do the Sick, artist - Direct Hit!. Album song Wasted Mind, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 23.06.2016
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Do 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 |