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Şarkı Sözleri Mean while kickin' them back on the couch Drug-addicted weak-mind people Searching for the God through the TV screen With the preacher jacking off in their face It's love for him, it's pain for them, it makes me sick All their pain poured into one Arms reached out to catch the fun Playing life's savior with no fear For he knows his stats will grow Year, after year, after tear, after tear, after year Mean while packin' up the lungs But mark my words I'm gonna rage I'm gonna make him loose the only one Make him burn for what he did Sick, a-ya, sick, a-ya ooh sick Every time he comes home To his pet snake named after him They take turns licking the floor They take turns licking each other's ooh, he likes it Every night he kisses his wife on the forehead She lives down the street She's got thirty-two rooms in her house Got thirty of them to paint her face Mean while packin' up the lungs Bu mark my words I'm gonna rage I'm gonna make him loose the only one Make him burn for what he did Sick, a-ya, sick, a-ya Two wrongs don't make a right for him Playing preacher to the weak bewildered, yeah One day he'll get his just reward ooh Well, welcome to the swirling pool Of red and white blood cells of it all Disease began by a man full of dream For when will your journey end Amongst the slimy green solution? You see, it makes me sick, sick Sick, sick, sick, ya-ya Mean while packin' up the lungs But mark my words I'm gonna rage I'm gonna make him loose the only one Make him burn for what he did Sick, a-ya, sick, a-ya One day he'll get his just reward Playing preacher to the weak bewildered, yeah One day he'll crash upon hell When will they ever learn to wake up?