I meant to come back, to put out bliss
But the style's crumbling, covered, canned
It was sick and now you don’t even know how it comes and shifts
Then gets ruined by you fucking slobs

It's classical, anyway

I can't help it, it makes me so sick
Over and over it sits stiff, bound with no heart
Fine 'cause this is where the separation starts arising
I can see it coming over your cloud

It's classical, anyway
How cool are you?
I remember

I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick

Just a bad call
It's so funny how you think I'm so serious
But that's not it, the thing is
I don't give enough just to give a fuck
You're just plain boring and you bore me asleep

It's classical, anyway
How cool are you?
I remember

I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick

I feel sickened
I feel sickened
I feel sickened
I feel sickened

I feel sickened
I feel sickened
I feel sickened
I feel sick

And who the fuck are you anyway, you fuck?
It's making sick sense seeing how you're sticking out
Hardly and hoping money
Please arise up off the fucking knees
And hop off the train for a second
And try to find your own fucking heart

It's classical, anyway
How cool are you?
I remember

I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick

Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened

Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened
Feel sickened

I feel sick, right here
I feel sick, right here
I feel sick, right here
I feel sick, right here

I feel sick, right here
I feel sick, right here
I feel sick, right here
I feel sick