Sick City Lyrics

Sick City lyrics

I woke up in a cold sweat

Wriggling and writhing... a man in the net

Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand

There ain't no judge this is no man's land



It's Sick City

Sick City

Sick City's got seven sins

No place where the conscience wins



Misery may be mother

One beggar can beg from another

Strike with the sword

Stricken with the scabbard

You won't get far climbing the ladder

Gotta take care of necessities

Caring for people's a luxury

Make sure you get what you need

So you threaten with a knife to feed your greed



Sick City's got seven sins

No place where the conscience wins

Sick City's got a sacred secret

Save your breath to cool your broth

Sick city... swollen land

Grease on the palm or a broken arm

Sick City has a special flavour

A brand new way to love thy neighbour

Sick City's got a sacred secret

Your guts get full don't drag your legs

In Sick City you're better off dead

Take the fat with the lean or a hole in your head