In the sick old sick sick sick old sick city It may be too late for me to say goodbye And it may be too late To watch the sick old city die Goin' on the
And I awoke Only to find that my arms were empty Through this night, it seems that you were with me And now my dreams are not what they're meant to be
I'm crawling, I don't know where to or from The center of things from where everything stems, is not where I belong I have the city sickness growing inside
like superstars Sick city sometimes Sick city in your mind Sick city sometimes Sick city left you way behind Sick city sometimes Sick city in your mind Sick city sometimes Sick city
in the net Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand There ain't no judge this is no man's land It's Sick City Sick City Sick City's got seven
That you can't float above it when the bottom leaks Oh, Sick City Sick City, Sick City, Sick City Sick City, Sick City, Sick City Sick City, Sick City, Sick City
I awoke Only to find my lungs empty And through the night So it seems I'm not breathing And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be And I
me I can show you tricks that you ain't never seen Sick City, nobody to love you Oh but sometimes I can taste you when I'm feeling weak Sick City, isn
to ski out here, The sand is all paved, The hills are all leveled Free base the city smog for kicks And it makes you sick, yeah sick of it Another day tomorrow, maybe City
living In this sick ol' sick ol' sick sick sick city Might be too late for me to say goodbye Might be too late to watch this sick ol' city die Go on the
I?m crawling, I don?t know where to or from The centre of things from where everything stems Is not where I belong I have the city sickness, growing inside
I woke up in a cold sweat Wriggling and writhing... a man in the net Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand There ain't no judge this is
want me to oh could I stretch my arms to your ... well I rest my head on a blue moon and I hope I'll be there soon cause I must admit I'm city sick there
Does your friend have a friend, with some legs and an interest in the things that I say? That's her blowing smoke ring, and alone you can't imagine the
I can feel in my bones now, my bones now Oh god oh oh god oh oh Our city scape breathes though weak at her knees We are islands and these are our streets
Where's my free drinks and midnight friend, Let's ditch this party for your bed, You see her bed is like an ocean, I slowly drown into a catatonic motion
Cigarette lit and a murder of crows Fly by as to motion my eyes to the sky Everybody go home, it's going down tonight Everybody get out, it's going down
