do the sick

burning parts

boils too

we've got a fucking fever of a hundred-and-two

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

everyone'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 fists 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

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 got 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 no 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'd all get along

sing a couple of songs

we'd slow the sprint toward death to a creep

beating on each other with our fists 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