Sick Design

Cold and flatback steel-faced iron-clad Sold like a

priceless piece of real estate so sad Three nights

shacked up shackled down fucked up Starin' over smoke

stacks burning black and piles of crack Living in the

big store shopping in the meat aisle Stick it in your

coat at the checkout counter I'm so insignificant can't

afford to pay my rent I'm kicked out on the street

no food no cash no place to sleep Now I waste away

my time I'm one with this land of mine break free from this sick design



Break free from this sick design



Garbage cans and remains of every passing day All for

this great big display, wipe your ass and throw it

away People say we live in heaven,

heaven for me was never like this and I don't know where you live



Brown water big rats another day it all turns black

and then we'll have nowhere to stack this misery worn on our backs



People say we live in heaven Heaven for me was never

like this and I don't know where you live



This sick design Break free from this sick design