I'm Getting Sick Of You - Le Butcherettes

You’re coming down on me

I’m staring right at you, right at you

You’re coming down on me

I’m staring right at you

Right at you

The king is dead, aha

He lays in front of you, in front of you

The king is dead, aha

He lays in front of you

In front of you

Two weeks later

I’m getting sick of you

I’m getting sick of you

Of you!

The king is dead, aha

He lays in front of you, in front of you

The king is dead, aha

He lays in front of you

In front of you

Two weeks later

I’m getting sick of you

I’m getting sick of you

Of you!

Your voice is clean, it makes me sweat

Oh yeah, it makes me sweat

Your skin is dry, it gives me shivers

Oh yeah, those kind of shivers

Mama don’t like you

Even papa dislikes you

Just go away and leave me alone!

Two weeks later

I’m getting sick of you

I’m getting sick of you

Of you!

Yea, I’m getting sick of you