Sick City

Sick City
Sick City
I woke up in a cold sweat
Wriggling and writhing
A man in the net
I take the bit in the teeth
I put the gun in the hand
There ain’t no judge
This is no man’s land

It’s sick city
Sick city
Sick city’s got seven sins
No place where the conscience wins

Misery may be mother
One beggar can beg from another
Strike with the sword
Stricken with the scabbard
You won’t get far climbing the ladder
Gotta take care of necessities
Caring for people’s a luxury
Make sure you get what you need
So you threaten with a knife and feed on your greed

Sick city’s got seven sins
No place where the conscience wins
Sick city’s got a sacred secret
Save your breath to cool your broth
Sick City
Swollen land
Grease on the palm or a broken arm
Sick city has a special flavor
A brand new way to love thy neighbor
Sick city’s got a sacred secret
Your guts get full don’t drag your legs
In sick city you’re better off dead
Take the fat with the lean or a hole in your head

Misery may be mother
One beggar is begging from another
Strike with the sword
Stricken with the scabbard
You can’t get far climbing the ladder
I gotta take care of necessities
Caring for people’s a luxary
Make sure you get what you need
Threaten with a knife and feed on your greed
Sick city’s got seven sins
No place where the conscience wins
Sick city’s got a sacred secret
Save your breath to cool your broth

In sick city you’re better off for dead
In sick city you’re better off for dead
In sick city you’re better off for dead
In sick city you’re better off dead
You’re better off dead