I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate,
But I know, I know I asked for this, myself.
I'm bound by law to hell and it's
Sick, sick, sick!
Humans and their needs,
Living in a fairytale, it's tearing up the seams.
The dank reject, a devil in a dress,
Exactly what you seem.
Sick, sick, sick.
It's sick, sick, sick.
You made a mess of things,
My, what a mess you've made.
I hate the way you make me feel.
I hate the way you make me...
In your world, it's cold outside,
I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick sick.
If memory serves me correct,
I gave you all and you gave me less.
Your sex-capades deliver checks,
but can't afford you self-respect.
And it's sick, sick, sick!
Humans on their knees,
Living in a fairy tale that's tearing at the seams.
The dank reject, a devil in a dress,
Exactly what you seem.
You made a mess of things,
My, what a mess you've made.
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate the way you make me...
In your world, it's cold outside,
I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick.
Maybe love is looking for someone to fill those holes.
We grow up building lives with holes in all our walls.
The walls can fall, but here you were with spare bricks to save the day
And we pray it's not too late;
Spare bricks can be deadweight.
Sick, sick, sick.
It's sick, sick, sick.
Sick, sick, sick.
It's sick, sick, sick.
You made a mess of things,
My, what a mess you've made.
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate the way you make me...
In your world, it's cold outside,
I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick sick.