Words keep rollin off the tongues of people of faith,
Trying to convert the world and save them from Satan.
You better know the good news before it’s too late.
You’re in the void of desperation – get down and pray.

Yeah, desperation desperation feeding the rave.
But, I don’t need the saving that you think I crave.
I’d rather wind up dead in an abandoned grave.
On my way down to Hell, I’m gonna look back and waive.

They’re sick – sick – sick sick sick.
They seep into your skin and cover you with ick.
Sick – sick – God awful sick.
The only thing I want is their head on a stick.

They’ve said it many times, but they’ll say it again.
This is the only way for all women and men.
They’ll preach till you’re brainwashed – that’s their intent.
If you side with the devil, guess where you’ll be sent.

Crazymaker, crazymaker everywhere.
Blurting out the gospel with a righteous dare.
There’ll be no mercy if you don’t listen, I swear.
You haven’t been saved, so you better be scared.

They’re sick – sick – sick sick sick.
They seep into your skin and cover you with ick.
Sick – sick – God awful sick.
The only thing I want is their head on a stick.

They’re sick – sick – so very sick.
I hope I’m not infected with this terrible ick.
Sick – sick – dangerously sick.
They seem to be affecting me – I hope it don’t stick.

You don’t wanna know what’s going on.
Inside my head, there is something gone.
I got a little pressure on my brain like someone hit me with a brick.
The slightest mention of insanity can trigger crazy
Sick – sick – sick sick shit!

It’s all very clear – it’s right here in the book.
A black and white faith – please come take a look.
Once you accept it, then you’re off the hook.
I’d rather burn in the fires and eternally cook.

They’re sick – sick – sick sick sick.
They seep into your skin and cover you with ick.
Sick – sick – God awful sick.
The only thing I want is their head on a stick.

They’re sick – sick – so very sick.
I hope I’m not infected with this terrible ick.
Sick – sick – dangerously sick.
They seem to be affecting me – I hope it don’t stick.

It’s sick – sick – are you feeling sick?
You’ve been exposed, and now you want their head on a stick.
Sick – sick – the worst kind of sick.
You made it thru this song, and you’re infected with ick...
And now you’re sick!
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Joi Veer – Sick Lyrics