SICK SICK SICK Songtext
von STOMACH BOOK

Pills in the morning, sleep ′til the evening
Life is a dream
I'd rather let time march on without me
Living is boring, dying is easy
Baby, can′t you see
I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me

And I see every hypocrite
Who painted wounds on my skin
You make me sick, sick, sick

And I know everything you did
Reliving all your old sins
You make me sick, sick, sick

And I thought I knew all your tricks
But that′s not true now, is it?
You made me sick sick sick


You make me sick sick sick sick sick
You make me sick sick sick sick
You make me sick, sick, sick

Pills in the morning, sleep ′til the evening
Life is a dream
I'd rather let time march on without me
Living is boring, dying is easy
Baby, can′t you see
I'm a mess, I′m everything you made me

But every now and then I find
An ugly voice from inside
Whispering promises

I'll be your little hedonist
And give you all my weakness
Aren′t we just sick, sick, sick?


Pills in the morning, sleep 'til the evening
Life is a dream
I'd rather let time march on without me
Living is boring, dying is easy
Baby, can′t you see
I′m a mess, I'm everything you made me