Screw kid, I got nothin' to say
Quit buggin' me, go away
High time you realize
I didn't come here to socialize
I'm sick
Sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
I like staring at two glass eyes
Keep 'em stuffed museum-style
Got alarms set all around
In case they move around
I'm sick
Sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
I'm Sick (Of This American Life)
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