Sick, Sick, Sick Lyrics
| Song | Sick, Sick, Sick |
| Artist | Bayside |
| Album | Promo Only Modern Rock February 2011 |
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| 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 (2x) | |
| If memory serves me correct I gave you all, you gave me less | |
| Your sexcapades deliver checks but can’t afford you self-respect | |
| And it’s sick, sick, sick | |
| Humans on their knees, 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 | |
| [Repeat Chorus:] | |
| Maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes | |
| We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls | |
| The watch 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 dead weight | |
| Sick, Sick, Sick, it’s sick, sick, sick (2x) | |
| [Repeat Chorus:] |
| 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 2x | |
| If memory serves me correct I gave you all, you gave me less | |
| Your sexcapades deliver checks but can' t afford you selfrespect | |
| And it' s sick, sick, sick | |
| Humans on their knees, 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 | |
| Repeat Chorus: | |
| Maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes | |
| We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls | |
| The watch 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 dead weight | |
| Sick, Sick, Sick, it' s sick, sick, sick 2x | |
| Repeat Chorus: |
| 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 2x | |
| If memory serves me correct I gave you all, you gave me less | |
| Your sexcapades deliver checks but can' t afford you selfrespect | |
| And it' s sick, sick, sick | |
| Humans on their knees, 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 | |
| Repeat Chorus: | |
| Maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes | |
| We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls | |
| The watch 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 dead weight | |
| Sick, Sick, Sick, it' s sick, sick, sick 2x | |
| Repeat Chorus: |
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