Well Sick Lyrics

No bullets in my gun, my kids gone deaf and dumb

Life's a barrel of t***, but i'm still sucking my thumb
My clothes hang off my back, my willpower starts to crack

Im a walking flea circus i fester on my jack

I'll bust your windows and liquid laugh in your quiche lorraine
I'll sneeze on your birds bust, at least it helps ease my pain

Im well sick, Im well sick im sick a dog

Whenever did i get myelf into this ruck

Im Well sick, Im well sick, Im sick as a pig

I can't see real life my hangups are so big
But why is it that everything i touch explodes in my face and whats more

My faith and my hope are a nosse in a rope Future was shot off in the war