I meant to come back to put out bliss But the style´s crumbling, covered, canned It was sick and no, you don´t even know how It comes and shifts, then gets ruined by you fucking slobs
It´s classical anyway
I can´t help it, it makes me so sick over and over It sits stiff, bound with no heart Fine, ´cause this is where the separation starts arising I can see it coming over your cloud
It´s classical anyway How cool are you? I remember
I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick
It´s just a bad call It´s so funny how you think I´m so serious, but that´s not it The thing is, I don´t give enough jack to give a fuck You´re just plain boring and you bore me asleep
It´s classical anyway How cool are you? I remember
I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick
I feel sick, I feel sick
I feel sick, I feel sick I feel sick, I feel sick I feel sick, I feel sick
And who the fuck are you anyway, you fuck? It´s making sick sense seeing how you´re sticking out Hardly hoping, about to please, rise up off the fucking knees And I´m about to train you for a second, try to find your fucking heart
It´s classical anyway How cool are you? I remember
I feel sick I feel sick
I feel sick I feel sick
I feel sick, I feel sick I feel sick, I feel sick I feel sick, I feel sick I feel sick, I feel sick
I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick