This sickness that's inside of me Ain't a sickness that's easy to see No rash, no runs, no potpourri Of symptoms Of woes No bloody stool No bloody nose Just cause you can't see it's there Don't mean that that sh** isn't there Stitched into this birthday suit Oh grandmother, how I miss you Like a banshee Sid and Nancy My double helix is coming unglued It's in your blood
It clogs your veins Eats your gorgeous brains And it will drag you straight to your grave Quick A head in the clouds Is a foot in the grave A head in the clouds Is a foot in the grave But a foot in the grave is where I'd rather be If a head in the clouds means I'm sick I'm not sick You're the one that's sick Rick, serve me my goddamn breakfast.