Lotion

I meant to come back to put out bliss But the style's crumbling, covered, canned It was sick and no, you don't even know how it comes and Shifts then gets ruined by you fucking slobs It's classical, anyway I can't help it, it makes me so sick Over and over, it sits stiff Bound with no heart, fine 'cause this is where the separation starts arising I can see it coming over your cloud It's classical, anyway How cool are you? I remember I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick Just a bad call, it's so funny How you think I'm so serious, but that's not it The thing is, I don't give enough jacks to give a fuck You're just plain boring and you bore me asleep It's classical, anyway How cool are you? I remember I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened I feel sick And who the fuck are you anyways, you fuck? It's making sick sense seeing how you're sticking out Hardly and hoping money please arise up off the fucking knees And hop off the train for a second and try to find your own fucking heart It's classical, anyway And how cool are you? I remember I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened Feel sickened I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick right here I feel sick