Sicka Bein’ Sick Detroit by Tyrants in Therapy Lyrics

Sicka Bein Sick (Detroit)
A. Kanter / M. Jaye

I’m sicka bein’ sick
I’m sicka the needle’s prick
I’m sicka being dicked around like
Some clown’s magic trick

I’m sicka being sick
Yeah my attitude’s the pits
I’m sicka the bills the pills the chills
Sicka my wanein’ wick

I’m sicka prayin’ for it
Maybe God don’t give a shit
Is it my karma or personal drama
Or something that I licked?

I’m Sicka being sick
But hold your sympathy schtick
I’m just sayin’ the delayin’ of my life sucks
Big-time dick
I’m sicka sayin’ it
I thoughta endin’ it
I said goddamit then I
Channeled Hamlet
And hung around a bit

I’m sicka being sick
Like a BP oil slick
Gettin’ out before I drown
With my killer scissor kick

I’m sicka being sick
Where’s that sign for the EXIT?
Sneakin’ past the nurse who drives the hearse
To the abyss

No more will I submit
To me I must commit
Try my luck
Though I might throw up
From the smell of my armpits

And so I hit the bricks
A bold move you’ll admit
It’s true time heals, got back my wheels
Turns out I got true grit
I pour my life on thick
A happy little chick
Moral of the story beds of roses
Come with pricks