In this nightclub, with the rest of the crud - I get my sick on
Easy to tell, it’s your personal hell - I get my sick on, oh, such a sick on
Slutting up the best, still a man in a dress - I get my sick on
Inspiring me with hate, 'cause you’re using backing tapes - I get my sick on, oh, such a sick on

I say oh, and if you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed
I say oh, baby, baby, you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed

Pulling cunning stunts like a sick little runt - I get my sick on
Think you can’t be beat, till you’re raped real sweet - I get my sick on - yeah
Dropping ecstasy, wind up in an A&E - I get my sick on
Pretending you’re insane, I wanna ’cause you real pain - I get my sick on, oh, such a sick on

I say oh, and if you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed
I say oh, baby, baby, you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed

And then - ohhh, the stars on my flesh are like stars in the sky
We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re riding so high
The stars on my flesh, they’re like the stars in the sky
We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re rising so high

And we’re feeling so fine
We’re sipping red wine
And we’re feeling so fine
We're slipping like swine
And we’re feeling so fine
We’re sipping red wine
And we’re feeling so fine
Tonight…

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah x4

Nazi diaperfurs and a Serious Cat - I get my sick on
Think it’s yours? It’ll soon be mine - oh, a sick on, I get my sick on
Furry turning tricks, suck a horse till he’s sick - I get my sick on
Snorting coke like you’re rich, fail to screw some bitch - oh, such a sick on, oh, such a sick on

I say oh, and if you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed
I say oh, baby, baby, you got what I need
I’ll say, oh, and I’ll cuss, and maybe make myself bleed

And then - ohhh, the stars on my flesh are like stars in the sky
We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re riding so high
The stars on my flesh, they’re like the stars in the sky
We’re feeling so low, yeah, we’re rising so high

And we’re feeling so fine
We’re sipping red wine
And we’re feeling so fine
We're slipping like swine
And we’re feeling so fine
We’re sipping red wine
And we’re feeling so fine
Tonight…

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah x8