Sick Day Lyrics

Kneel down and pray to the liquor store
I bought a bible from another whore
Suit-and-tie tells vicious lies
We do nothing more than open wide
Imposed temptation and weekly celebrations
We still don't see her. We see a prize. A PRIZE
Just keeping score. Just trying to score
Looking scared when I ask what for
What's this all for? Isn't there more than this?
Are we just keeping score. Am I just another whore?
I don't want to be on the assembly line
I don't want to be the next thing you buy
I don't want to be invisible
I don't want to be like THIS
Are we all just keeping score. Am I just another whore?
Do we have to be invisible?
Does it have to be so miserable
Your devotion has the look..I want to be sick
I want to be the last one picked
I don't want to have to fake this I don't want to have to face this
All that time spent. All those things said
All that wasted breath
I swear there's nothing left
What's the price of meat these days?
What's the price of me these days?
Tie me down to set me free
Sweet hypocrisy
Smiling cruelty
Smile and kill in the name of goodwill
Flags and ribbons
Tuned-in convictions
On your knees, it's time to please
Open wide, it's time for your medicine
Life passes by. It's just another contact high
I want to be the last one picked
I want to be sick
Human landfill
Human treadmill
Killing life and buying time
Open wide. It's time for your medicine
Don't forget to smile
Don't forget to go down on your knees at least once a week
Bad medicine. Can't get rid of the aftertaste

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