Sick

Sick Lyrics

Stop your bullsh*t
I will never be your friend
Stop convincing me
Why don't you understand
That you are an a**hole without hope
That you belong at the end of a rope
That your saviour means sh*t to me
That I won't be a part of your slavery
f**k your God
f**k your life
f**k your church
And then your wife
Stop complaining
About my attitude
Stop believing
That I am in the mood
To take your blabla serious
'Bout some who died on a cross
To be totally f**kin' positive
Be a dull and boring conservative
f**k your book
f**k your smile
f**k your rule
f**k your luck
Think of it - a**hole