Lyrics

Creeps burn and run their life too calm too windy To form a wasteland Atomic blow A total nothing Totaled completely You filth's are discovered but you eyes are boiling It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid? Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn! A night at the goat is the name of the band A total giant glass ought to make the plan This song's about when you go back-to-back When you let out the dogs and your Mind is a stag It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid? Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn! It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid? Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn!
Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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