Lyrics:

Sick of people-no one's real
Sick of chicks-they're all bitches
Sick of you-you're too hip
Sick of life-it sucks

Suicide's an alternative

Sick of trying-what's the point
Sick of talking-no one listens
Sick of listening-it's all lies
Sick of thinking-just end up confused
Sick of myself-don't wanna live
Sick and tired-and no one cares
Sick of life-it sucks

Sick of politics-for the rich
Sick of power-only oppresses
Sick of government-full of tyrants
Sick of school-total brainwash
Sick of music-top-40 sucks
Sick of myself-don't wanna live
Sick and tired-and no one cares
Sick of life-it sucks

Suicide's an alternative

Sick of life-it sucks
Sick and tired-and no one cares
Sick of myself-don't wanna live
Sick of living-I'm gonna die

Suicide's an alternative

Well I've got a little story to tell
About a man,
said he came from Hell.
He said Satan's been lookin especially after me
He said Satan's got a paper gonna set my body free
He said power and glory, riches�???
All in your name and all for you today

Oh yeah
Power�???, glory and fame, all in your name
All the gold and riches you ever could have

Oh yeah
He said power, fame... all in your name
All that you want, all that you need
All that you want to answer your dreams
Anything that you ever could need
Well sign the paper that's all you do
Sign the paper it's ready too
Anything there it's all for you
Well this is all you got to do

Just sign the paper

Then I sign the paper and I get all these things
It's gotta be something else to happen, I don't know man
Besides, it's like... coward
Well I don't care too much about gold
And I don't really give a fuck about what you've been told
And I don't really care for anyone looking after me
Besides, I'm a meaner son of a bitch than that fuck ever could be