Do the Sick

Burning parts, boils too, we've got a fucking fever of a hundred-and-two
 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
 And 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 no we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck
 Beating on each other with our fists 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
 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 got 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
 And 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 no we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck
 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'd all get along, sing a couple of songs, we'd slow the sprint toward death to a creep
 Beating on each other with our fists 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