Do the Sick

[Intro]
Burning parts
Boils too
We got a fucking fever of a hundred-and-two

[Verse 1]
Everyone's sicker than a dog in here
No one's got the medicine to make it all clear
Stranger things have happened, but they're certainly rare
And no one's survived 'em anyway, so we don't fucking care
Give us a pill, pass us a drink
Our hair is fucking falling out and clogging the sinks
Water on the floor like a fucking slip and slide, so come on everybody, let's go for a ride

[Chorus]
And do the sick
Sick, throw up, roll around in the muck
Yeah, it's the dance that we do to get fucked
Everybody's too gross to get unstuck, and no we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck

[Refrain]
Beating on each other with our fist and our wrists, just to get our fucking heads to stop
Lying to each other that tomorrow will be better when we know damn well we're fucked
Fuck!

[Spoken Word]
"Drugs are menacing our society. They're threatening our values and undercutting our institutions. We've taken strong steps to do something about this horror. They're killing our children."

[Verse 2]
We'll do the sick
Sick 'til we're all deep in the ground and trash with the worms and their friends
Rolling in our graves 'til the fucking world ends
No one can avoid it, we're not making amends
Everyone's sicker than a dog in here
No one's go the wherewithal to make it all clear
If anybody had a clue, we'd work out a plan, but it's easier to think of ways to laugh it off instead
Gimme a pill, pass me a drink
It's an easier solution than to actually think
Our hair is falling out and clogging the sinks
And the waste has piled up to the point where it stinks

[Chorus]
Do the sick
Sick, throw up, roll around in the muck
Yeah it's the dance that we do to get fucked
Everyone's too gross to get unstuck, and we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck

[Outro]
So we're beating on each other with our fists and our feet just to try and get a minute of sleep
When if we all get along, sing a couple of songs, we'd slow the sprint toward death to a creep (Go!)
Beating on each other with our fist and our wrists just to get our pounding heads to stop
Lying to each other that tomorrow will be better when we know damn well we're fucked