Sick On Seventh Street

What's it like to have the world on a string Knowing you can change it, but you don't do a thing? When it's down to the last hour Down to the last power You know how to sit back and collect your own win Who are you When no one sees? It's awfully convenient That the devil's in your details Are the dirty little reasons in me Well, I'm feeling sick in the head I want to dance with all your friends Come plant a kiss on my lips In the back of the bar In New York City I'm feeling Sick little boys with their sick little games Sick little feelings in my sick little brain If it looks good, feels good, there's probably a catch You're wood and I'm phosphate, hey, we make a good match Sick in the head I want to dance with all your friends Come plant a kiss on my lips In the back of the bar In New York City I'm feeling Sick of that shit I don't want to fall asleep like this Come plant a kiss on my lips In the back of the bar In New York City I'm feeling sick Who are you When no one sees? It's awfully convenient That the devil in your details Are the dirty little reasons in me Well, I'm feeling sick in the head I want to dance with all your friends Come plant a kiss on my lips In the back of the bar In New York City I'm feeling Sick of that shit I don't want to fall asleep like this Come plant a kiss on the lips In the back of the bar In New York City I'm feeling Sick