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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Scene
Charlie Scene
Vocals
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Vocals
Danny Lohner
Danny Lohner
Programming
Daren Pfeifer
Daren Pfeifer
Drums
J-Dog
J-Dog
Keyboards
Johnny 3 Tears
Johnny 3 Tears
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danny Lohner
Danny Lohner
Songwriter
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Songwriter
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Lohner
Danny Lohner
Producer
Sean Gould
Sean Gould
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'm just a sick man living in a sick land Choking on this smoke of a billboard romance Anybody know where the pigs put my coco? Changed them plates on the powder blue DeSoto Fuck no, it ain't Johnny 3T Not till the good Lord comes to keep me Keep these, all you weak and weeping Sweating on the floor when you come to see me You victims and you powder-mouth bitches I hear your cluck once you duck-duck-duck And now we're too deep, here's number three And it's sick, I'm sick, shit, it's just like me I am never forgotten This is the anthem for the sick and rotten I am never forgotten This is the anthem for all you sick and rotten Step up and get knocked back, you'll lend up just blue-black And girls with the riff-raff, so fuck all the feedback We pack it up tightly, we rolled it up nicely Rock Dickies and Nikes, running beside these Real rockstars, fuck smashing guitars Who's gonna sink or swim? You're swimming with sharks I look up in the rearview, Johnny in the mix too Scraping up the curbs in my Cadillac 6'2 I've pissed out a six-pack, making this eight-track Who got a zig-zag? I'll trade you my gold plaque To all the rockstars, powdered nose and glitter Is it hard to be sick when you know that I'm sicker? I am never forgotten This is the anthem for the sick and rotten I am never forgotten This is the anthem for all you sick and rotten Who created this madman who puts a matchstick in your ass-crack And makes you lap dance on a gas can? So don't sit down, get down on this track, man Shake your hips now, this shit ain't no slow jam Now, this is your last chance to get your ass smacked with a backhand And take a cat nap with the Sandman So don't sit down, get down with the program 'Cause I'm sick with a dick thick like a Coke can So bury your romance, I'll Lindsay your Lohan Barbarian Conan with barbarian gonads Bury opponents, Siberian slow dance The king of the throne with rhymes fatter than Roseanne I am never forgotten This is the anthem for the sick and rotten I am never forgotten We've got the anthem to save the sick and rotten No man, no, we don't know Together we die slow No man, no, we don't know Together we die slow No man, no, we don't know Together we die slow No man, no, we don't know Together we die slow
Writer(s): Jorel Decker, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek, Daniel Patrick Lohner, Daniel Murillo, Matthew Thomas Skiba Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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