Sick Punk Songtext
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Sick Punk Songtext
′Cause you're a sick punk
You′re on the sick junk
Talking about the time that you've been missing
I'm talking about the time that you′ve been living
I′m talking about the time that you've been giving
I′m talking about the time that you've been missing
I′m talking about the life that you've been living
I′m talking about the life that you've been giving
I'm talking about the life that you′ll be killing
I′m talking about the life in your own prison
Everybody's suffering
It′s part of the human condition
They'll cut you like a lazy razor
Sharp from head to toe
And off you go
′Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your style
′Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your work
'Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your style
′Cause you're a sick punk, you′re on the sick junk
'Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your work
'Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your style
'Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your work
′Cause you′re a sick punk, you're on the sick junk
Look at you now
Now look what you′ve done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Look at you now
Now look what you've done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Sick punk, you′re on the sick junk
Talking about the lies that you've been living
I′m talking about the lies that you've been dishing
I'm talking about the lies that you′ve been tripping
I′m talking about the lies that you've been twisting
I′m talking about the god that rules your heaven
I'm talking about the god that sucks your soul in
I′m talking about the god that suits your devil
I'm talking about the god that you can′t handle
Tiny little pleasure demons fighting for your mind
You'll be fine
You sold your soul and some with regular
It's popular
′Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your style
'Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your work
'Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your style
'Cause you′re a sick punk, you're on the sick junk
Look at you now
Now look what you've done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Look at you now
Now look what you′ve done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Feeling blood in your iron arteries
Like anti-freeze
You′re a good reminder of the agony of love
You're undone
′Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your work
′Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your style
′Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your work
'Cause you′re a sick punk, you′re on the sick junk
Look at you now
Now look what you've done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Look at you now
Now look what you′ve done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
You′re on the sick junk
Talking about the time that you've been missing
I'm talking about the time that you′ve been living
I′m talking about the time that you've been giving
I′m talking about the time that you've been missing
I′m talking about the life that you've been living
I′m talking about the life that you've been giving
I'm talking about the life that you′ll be killing
I′m talking about the life in your own prison
Everybody's suffering
It′s part of the human condition
They'll cut you like a lazy razor
Sharp from head to toe
And off you go
′Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your style
′Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your work
'Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your style
′Cause you're a sick punk, you′re on the sick junk
'Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your work
'Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your style
'Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your work
′Cause you′re a sick punk, you're on the sick junk
Look at you now
Now look what you′ve done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Look at you now
Now look what you've done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Sick punk, you′re on the sick junk
Talking about the lies that you've been living
I′m talking about the lies that you've been dishing
I'm talking about the lies that you′ve been tripping
I′m talking about the lies that you've been twisting
I′m talking about the god that rules your heaven
I'm talking about the god that sucks your soul in
I′m talking about the god that suits your devil
I'm talking about the god that you can′t handle
Tiny little pleasure demons fighting for your mind
You'll be fine
You sold your soul and some with regular
It's popular
′Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your style
'Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your work
'Cause you′re a sick punk baby and I like your style
'Cause you′re a sick punk, you're on the sick junk
Look at you now
Now look what you've done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Look at you now
Now look what you′ve done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Feeling blood in your iron arteries
Like anti-freeze
You′re a good reminder of the agony of love
You're undone
′Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your work
′Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your style
′Cause you're a sick punk baby and I like your work
'Cause you′re a sick punk, you′re on the sick junk
Look at you now
Now look what you've done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Look at you now
Now look what you′ve done
You abuser
And you never will recover from it
Writer(s): Nuno Bettencourt, Anthony Resta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

