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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