The spick and span
Of this space makes me sick
I'd rather rot in the mud
'Cause at least I'd be at peace
The ticking hand
Of this clock is counting down
The time before we're dead and deceased
So if there's a devil out there, he'd better run
I'm a sick, sad man and I don't need a gun
These sheep are killing me
They're putting me to sleep
So throw up your hands, throw up your hands
Throw up your hands in ignorance
I swear to God
This sickness affects everyone
But what can I do? What can I do?
And I swear to God
That I will never take the fate
That's given me
So if there's a devil out there, he'd better run
I'm a sick, sad man and I don't need a gun
These sheep are killing me
They're putting me to sleep
So throw up your hands, throw up your hands
Throw up your hands in ignorance
In ignorance
So if there's a devil out there, he'd better run
I'm a sick, sad man and I don't need a gun
These sheep are killing me
They're putting me to sleep
So throw up your hands, throw up your hands
Throw up your hands in ignorance