Sick Machine

hey hey hey, don't forget to put that mouth into your pocket

so you can maintain the evil of your diet

you could build a bone toilet with the calories that roll off your shoulder

it could be a monument to our eating disorders

you are a virus

I am no longer a host for you

you got no manners in the bedroom get the jumper cables upstairs

you got no manners in the bedroom get your mattress out of 5th gear

I became a drunk driver to find a vaccine

for immunity against your sick machine

you could build a support group

with the germs that you bring on vacation

you buy and sell my hopes as a Wall Street patient