What a nice guy
What wonderful hair
What a marvellous voice
What an expensive watch
What a luxury car
And what a great job you have

You just make me sick

(1st verse)
I bet you're empty and void
And where you walk you soil
It's better to be unkempt
Than desolate and flat
You think that I'm a boy
And that's my pride and joy
But born in 69
I'm fucking 39
I built my life with noise
It's my own choise

(Chorus)
You make me sick
The way you look at me
Just make me feel like shit
That's why you make me sick

(2nd verse)
Your trendy way of life
Has to be revised
And your exclusive clan
It's the pint of my dissent
Your antisocial vibe
It's a sort of fucking slide
Your everyday display
It's going to be delayed
The failure of you boys
It's my rejoice

(Chorus)
You make me sick
The way you look at me
Just make me feel like shit
That's why you make me sick

(Special)
You think that you're someone
But you're vanishing day by day
You think that you're someone
But you're nothing and I'm here to stay

(Chorus)
You make me sick
The way you look at me
Just make me feel like shit
That's why you make me sick

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