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 boo scribbled in his own blood
His constant companion always at hand Makin' 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... takin' 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 always at hand Makin' 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 Forcin' symptoms of his own disease A BOY FOR YOU, BLACK PLAGUE FOR ME His constant companion always at hand Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN His constant companion always at hand Makin' 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 face Lust and greed has swallowed him - tearing limb from hymn to limb He's worries how - 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 was always at hand... now she's an entry in the diary he diary of SICK-MAN His constant companion always at hand... makin' entries in his diary The diary of SICK-MAN Illegal entries in his diary... DIARY OF SICK-MAN SICK-MAN... SICK-MAN... SIIIIIIIIIICK ---- MMAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!
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