We inject all our boys with hardening fluid
To help them suppress all those wet slushy feelings
And they do, they do
And we soak all our girls in a leather solution
To help them get over emotional weather
To make them believe that they have one another
Someday we'll rise
Someday we'll rise
But in the meantime
We love you, sickie boy
We love you, sickie boy
And we seek all our friends in a hip mausoleum
To know is to love you but I've never met you
I watch you go down like a rope from a, a tower
Ask you for love and you give me an hour
Someday we'll rise
But in the meantime
We love you, sickie boy
We love you, sickie boy
And a loser is somebody who wins
Every once in a while
But in the meantime
