I'm Sick Songtext

von Mark Morriss

Atop a cross bar,
I saw the golden age arrive,
I made it this far,
And nothings justified the hype.
(Ha ha ha)

It's a myth the good will out,
A myth that's talked about,
By men who seldom take a bath,
It's a myth that light prevails,
A myth that never fails to raise a laugh.
(Ha ha ha)

I'm sick and I wanna get well again,
I'm a bug, I'm a bird, I'm an aeroplane,
I'm adrift, I'm my own worst enemy,
I'm sick and I wanna get well,
I'm sick and I wanna get well again,
I'm adrift, yes I'm going straight to hell.
(Hey hey hey)

And I queue in A&E,
And I spew in casualty,
And I'm trying to remember where you are,
And unless I'm very much mistaken,
This is where the trouble starts.
(Ha ha ha)

I'm sick and I wanna get well again,
I'm a bug, I'm a bird, I'm an aeroplane,
I'm adrift, I'm my own worst enemy,
I'm sick and I wanna get well,
I'm sick and I wanna get well again,
I'm adrift, yes I'm going straight to hell.
(Hey hey hey)