Sick Sick - Those Poor Bastards

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of waking up each day

Sick of every word you say

Sick of everything I know

Sick of praying to the Lord

Sick of getting no reward

Sick of everything I know

Sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of breathing

Sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of breathing

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of worry, sick of woe

Sick of every place I go

Sick of everything I know

Sick of breaking bones in two

Sick of me and sick of you

Sick of everything I know

Sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of breathing

Sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of breathing

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of losing all my bets

Sick of tears and old regrets

Sick of everything I know

Sick of being so let down

Sick of this whole rotten town

Sick of everything I know

Sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of breathing

Sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of breathing

Sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick of always feeling ill

Sick of this constant urge to kill

Sick of everything I know

Sick of waiting for a break

Sick of all the same mistakes

Sick of everything I know

Sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of breathing

Sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of breathing