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Foetus - Sick-Man Lyrics



Foetus - Sick-Man Lyrics





Lurchin' round the parking lot
A man possessed of not a lot
Skin and bones and rings and crown
Legs reach right down to the ground
Swivel hips and loose lips
Stab the dagger, turn it round
His life's an open book
Scribbled in his own blood

His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man

Overcome by waves of lechery
One for you sixteen for me
Kill the monkey on his back
He kisses big, he kisses black
Profile of Neanderthal
Leaves his debris in the hall
Pushover furniture, barroom brawls
Taking notes from toilet walls
His victim screams, he has a ball
The bigger the head, the harder they fall

He lives a life of luxury, he lives a life of misery
The entries in his diary are the entries of Sick Man
His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man

His pen's as mighty as his sword
Bites off more than he can afford
The torture-meister relishing
Intimidating everything
Typewriter rhythms drowning the
Newly acquired insecurity
Gets in fights, stays up nights
Rends and mends companion's tights
Forcing symptoms of his own disease
A boy for you, Black Plague for me

His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man
His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man

Blackheaded Blackguard with a blackjack
Laced his coffee with spoons of RATSAC
Hangs his trophies on walls of his place
Hangs his carrots in front of his own face
Lust and greed has swallowed him
Tearing limb from hymn to limb
He's worried now, he got a gun
Swallowed in his clammy hams
All he got for Christmas was
A chip on his shoulder
And a constant reminder

Left companion in pool of blood
She had tried to make him taste his own medicine
Gone down dead end alleyway
"Hey, Sick Man! Suck this, Sick Man! Eat hot lead!"
He's grinding, shaking, dancing dead
Illegal entries in his diary, diary of Sick Man

His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man
His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man

Illegal entries in his diary, diary of Sick Man

Sick Man
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Lurchin' round the parking lot
A man possessed of not a lot
Skin and bones and rings and crown
Legs reach right down to the ground
Swivel hips and loose lips
Stab the dagger, turn it round
His life's an open book
Scribbled in his own blood

His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man

Overcome by waves of lechery
One for you sixteen for me
Kill the monkey on his back
He kisses big, he kisses black
Profile of Neanderthal
Leaves his debris in the hall
Pushover furniture, barroom brawls
Taking notes from toilet walls
His victim screams, he has a ball
The bigger the head, the harder they fall

He lives a life of luxury, he lives a life of misery
The entries in his diary are the entries of Sick Man
His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man

His pen's as mighty as his sword
Bites off more than he can afford
The torture-meister relishing
Intimidating everything
Typewriter rhythms drowning the
Newly acquired insecurity
Gets in fights, stays up nights
Rends and mends companion's tights
Forcing symptoms of his own disease
A boy for you, Black Plague for me

His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man
His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man

Blackheaded Blackguard with a blackjack
Laced his coffee with spoons of RATSAC
Hangs his trophies on walls of his place
Hangs his carrots in front of his own face
Lust and greed has swallowed him
Tearing limb from hymn to limb
He's worried now, he got a gun
Swallowed in his clammy hams
All he got for Christmas was
A chip on his shoulder
And a constant reminder

Left companion in pool of blood
She had tried to make him taste his own medicine
Gone down dead end alleyway
"Hey, Sick Man! Suck this, Sick Man! Eat hot lead!"
He's grinding, shaking, dancing dead
Illegal entries in his diary, diary of Sick Man

His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man
His constant companion is always at hand
Making entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man

Illegal entries in his diary, diary of Sick Man

Sick Man
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Writer: James George Thirlwell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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