Sick of Yer Shit

Dear Mother, Take a look at my face
 Is it cracked and torn from all the poison I take?
 There's a hunch in my back cause I can't stand up straight
 It's gonna take a miracle
 To keep me on the ground
 To keep me on the ground
 To keep me on the ground
 Hey Father, Are you sick of my lies?
 Am I too predictable?
 I've sunk beneath the depths of your pride
 I don't believe a miracle
 Will Keep me on the ground
 Will keep me on the ground
 Will keep me on the ground
 They keep me on the ground
 They keep me on the ground
 They keep me on the ground
 That's great! It starts with a hit
 Your Mother and your Father finally sick of your shit
 That's great! I'm caught up in it
 I'm never gonna realize I'm sick from the shit
 That's great! It starts with a hit
 Your Mother and your Father finally sick of your shit
 That's great! I'm caught up in it
 I'm never gonna realize I'm sick from this shit