Sick Lyrics - Felons And Revolutionaries - Dope

Here is to tomorrow 

Baby, I'm feelin sick 

Complain the whole world's angry 

You make me sick 

With each crime you processed me 

You stuck me with the rest 

Every time you mess with me 

I'll put you to the test 

Bang, bang, bang in your head, fucker 

Bang, bang, bang and you're dead, fucker 

Bang, bang, bang in your head, fucker 

Bang, bang, bang and you're dead, fucker 

Here is to tomorrow 

Maybe I'm getting sick 

For every time you caressed me 

I'll put one in your head 

I gave up on society 

And everything you've said 

Have it your way 

Bang, bang, bang in your head, fucker 

Bang, bang, bang and you're dead, fucker 

Bang, bang, bang in your head, fucker 

Bang, bang, bang and you're dead, fucker 

And you're dead fucker 

And you're dead fucker 

And you're dead fucker 

Bang, bang, bang in your head, fucker 

Bang, bang, bang and you're dead, fucker 

Bang, bang, bang in your head, fucker 

Bang, bang, bang and you're dead, fucker