Lyrics
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
