Mean while kickin' them back on the couch

Drug-addicted weak-mind people

Searching for the god through the TV screen

With the preacher jacking off in their face

It's love for him

It's pain for them

It makes me .. sick



All their pain poured into one

Arms reached out to catch the fun

Playing life's savior with no fear

For he knows his stats will grow

Year, after year, after tear, after tear, after year



Mean while packin' up the lungs

But mark my words I'm gonna rage

I'm gonna make him loose the only one

Make him burn for what he did

Sick, a-ya

Sick, a-ya

Oooooh

Sick



Every time he comes home

To his pet snake named after him

They take turns licking the floor

They take turns licking each other's

Oooh, he likes it

Every night he kisses his wife

On the forehead

She lives down the street

She's got thirty-two rooms in her house

Got thirty of them to paint her face



Mean while packin' up the lungs

Bu mark my words I'm gonna rage

I'm gonna make him loose the only one

Make him burn for what he did

Sick, a-ya

Sick, a-ya

Two wrongs don't make a right for him

Playing preacher to the weak bewildered, yeah

One day he'll get his just reward

Oooooh



Well, welcome to the swirling pool

Of red and white blood cells of it all

Disease began by a man full of dream

For when will your journey end

Amongst the slimy green solution?

You see, it makes

me sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, ya-ya



Mean while packin' up the lungs

But mark my words I'm gonna rage

I'm gonna make him loose the only one

Make him burn for what he did

Sick, a-ya

Sick, a-ya

One day he'll get his just reward

Playing preacher to the weak bewildered, yeah

One day he'll crash upon hell



When will they ever learn

to wake up?