Sick of It

My shallow

Simple histamine

I swallow

Far too many fallacies

Hive

Tearing me apart

Cursed from the start

I'm sick of it yeah

I'm sick of it

All the lies

All the hate

Weak weak wine bitter to the taste yeah

I'm sick of it

At home

Who's that in your bed?

So much

For what your loving leader said

A day

When the streets run red

With the innocent

Innocent the innocent

One of us the innocent

I'm sick of it yeah

I'm sick of it

All the lies

All the hate

Weak weak wine bitter to the taste yeah

I'm sick of it

I'm sick of it

Isabel is a pig with a ring in her nose you can dress Izzy up but you can't take her home

Isabel is a pig with a ring in her nose you can dress Izzy up but you can't take her home you can dress Izzy up

Isabel is a pig with a ring in her nose you can dress Izzy up but you can't take her home you can dress Izzy up but I'd still plug your nose

Isabel is a pig with a ring in her nose you can dress Izzy up but you can't take her home you can dress Izzy up but I'd still plug your nose your nose your nose you know you know