Bayside

"Sick, Sick, Sick"
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 have their needs, living in a fairytale, it’s tearing at the seams
The dank reject, the devil in a dress, exactly what you see
Sick, Sick, Sick, it’s sick, sick, sick
[Chorus:]
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
So button up and open wide
I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick
Oh woah, oh, oh, oh [x2]