Sick by Turt Lyrics

You live your life off of conversations
You wait around til the tax inflation
Have no life, wait til the summer
Have no job, thats such a bummer

Industry plant, what a temptation
Got no talent what a shitty situation
Pumped on drugs, living rent free
Take a hit of acid, go on a killing spree

Its a bummer
Living in summer
All the kids burn out
All the time runs out

I hate everyone
I'm crisping in the sun
Cutting off my skin
In hopes that you'll return