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Sick-man Lyrics - Singles - Foetus

Lurchin' round the parking lot, a man possessed (of not a lot) 

Skin and bones and rings and crown, legs reach right down to the ground 

Swivel hips and loose lips. Stab the dagger, turn it round 

His life's an open boo scribbled in his own blood 

His constant companion always at hand 

Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN 

Overcome by waves of lechery - one for you sixteen for me 

Kill the monkey on his back/he kisses BIG, he kisses BLACK 

Profile of neanderthal/leaves his debris in the hall 

Pushover furniture-barroom brawls... takin' notes from toilet walls 

His victim screams - he has a ball 

THE BIGGER THE HEAD THE HARDER THEY FALL 

He lives a life of luxury, he lives a life of misery 

The entries in his diary are the entries of SICK-MAN 

His constant companion always at hand 

Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN 

His pen's as mighty as his sword. Bites off more than he can afford 

The torture-meister relishing - intimidating everything 

Typewriter rhythms drowning the newly acquired insecurity 

Gets in fights/stays up nights/rends and mends companion's tights 

Forcin' symptoms of his own disease 

A BOY FOR YOU, BLACK PLAGUE FOR ME 

His constant companion always at hand 

Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN 

His constant companion always at hand 

Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN 

Blackheaded Blackguard with a blackjack 

Laced his coffee with spoons of RATSAC 

Hangs his trophies on walls of his place - hangs his carrots in front 

of his face 

Lust and greed has swallowed him - tearing limb from hymn to limb 

He's worries how - he got a gun swallowed in his clammy hams 

All he got for Christmas was a chip on his shoulder 

And a constant reminder 

Left companion in pool of blood - she had tried to make him taste his 

own medicine 

Gone down dead end alleyway 

HEY SICK-MAN 

SUCK THIS, SICK-MAN, EAT HOT LEAD... HE'S GRINDING - SHAKING - DANCING 

DEAD 

Illegal entries in his diary... diary of SICK-MAN 

His constant companion was always at hand... now she's an entry in the diary 

he diary of SICK-MAN 

His constant companion always at hand... makin' entries in his diary 

The diary of SICK-MAN 

Illegal entries in his diary... DIARY OF SICK-MAN 

SICK-MAN... SICK-MAN... SIIIIIIIIIICK ---- MMAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN! 

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