WELL SICK No bullets in my gun My kids gone deaf and dumb Life's a barrel of tits But i'm still sucking my thumb My clothes hang off my back My willpower starts to crack Im a walking flea circus i fester on my jack I'll bust your windows and liquid laugh in your quiche lorraine I'll sneeze on your birds bust, at least it helps ease my pain Im well sick, Im well sick im sick a dog Whenever did i get myelf into this ruck Im Well sick, Im well sick, Im sick as a pig I can't see real life my hangups are so big But why is it that everything i touch Explodes in my face and whats more My faith and my hope are a nosse in a rope Future was shot off in the war
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