Meanwhile kicking back on the couch
With the drug addicted, weak minded people
Searching for the god through the TV screen
With the preacher jacking off in their face
It's love for him
And it's pain for them
It makes me
Sick
All their pain poured into one
Arms reached out to catch for fun
Playing life savior with no fear
For He knows
His stacks will grow
Year after year
After tear after tear
After year after year
Meanwhile packing up the letters about my world
I'm gonna rage, I'm gonna
Make him lose the underworld
Make him burn for what he did
He's sick, yeah
He's sick, yeah
Oooooh
Sick
Every time he comes home
To his pet snake named after him
They take turns licking the floor
They take turns sucking each others
Oooh
He likes it
Every night, he kisses his wife on the forehead
She lives down on the street
She's got 32 rooms in her house
And 30 of 'em to paint her face
Meanwhile packing up the letters about my world
I'm gonna rage, I'm gonna
Make him lose the underworld
Make him burn for what he did
He's sick, yeah
He's sick, yeah
To (????), make a right for him
Playing preacher to the weak bewildered, yeah
One day, he'll get his just reward
Oooooh
Well, welcome to the swirling pool
Red and white blood cells of it all
Diseased again by a man full of greed
For when will your journey end
Amongst the sliming green solution
You see
It makes
Me
Sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Yeah, yeah
Meanwhile packing up the letters about my world
I'm gonna rage, I'm gonna
Make him lose the underworld
Make him burn for what he did
He's sick, yeah
He's sick, yeah
One day, he'll get his just reward
Playing preacher to the weak bewildered, yeah
One day, he'll crash upon Him
Oooooh
I hope one day, they will learn to wake up
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