Sick, Sick, Sick - Bayside
I curse to Hell the magistrate
Who granted this unholy thing
But I know
I know I asked for this myself
I'm bound by law to Hell and it's
Sick sick sick
Humans and their needs
Living in a fairy tale
Is tearing at the seams
A dank reject devil in a dress
Exactly what you seem
Sick sick sick
Sick sick sick
You made a mess of things
My what a mess you've made
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you make me
In our world it's cold outside
So button up and open wide
I hate the way you make me feel
Sick sick sick
If memory serves me correct
I gave you all you gave me less
Your sexcapades deliver checks
But can't afford you self-respect
And it's
Sick sick sick
Humans on their knees
Living in a fairy tale
Is tearing at the seams
A dank reject devil in a dress
Exactly what you seem
Sick sick sick
Sick sick sick
You made a mess of things
My what a mess you've made
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you make me
In our world it's cold outside
So button up and open wide
I hate the way you make me feel
Sick sick sick
Maybe love is looking
For someone to fill all holes
We grow up building lies
With holes in all our walls
The walls can fall
But here you are with spare bricks
To save the day
And we pray it's not too late
Spare bricks can be dead weight
Sick sick sick
It's sick sick sick
Sick sick sick
It's sick sick sick
You made a mess of things
My what a mess you've made
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you make me
In our world it's cold outside
So button up and open wide
I hate the way you make me feel
Sick sick sick