Sick Little Suicide

(альбом: E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals - 2004)

Mark said he could hold his own head up and share his mind
With the peeling paint on the bedroom wall
One step ahead of the pack of Marlboros
Still, I don't believe he would take that fall

Those things will put you back some paychecks
Set you back about a year or two
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do
All that we do
And the ground downtown is a countdown
No air anywhere in the area
Suck back these take-home packs of euthanasia
Youth in America

There's a sick little suicide
In all that we do
There's a sick little suicide
In all that we do
You decide which one's for you
Which one's for you

Mark my words, oh, just a little more, Sarah said
And subtly subsistence is suicide
Exercise and malnutrition, keep curves tight
'Cause all that matters is what's outside

So says every magazine cover
Which gallantly assaults
Our own women and children
But it's not my fault, it's never my fault
We dare bury our three-square fare
In a twenty-first century artery
And feed beyond our need
So pardon me, this part of me

There's a sick little suicide
In all that we do
There's a sick little suicide
In all that we do
You decide which one's for you
Which one's for you

There's a sick little suicide in all that we do
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do
You decide which one's for you

There's a sick little suicide in all that we do
You decide which one's for you
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do
You decide which one's for you
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do
You decide which one's for you
There's a sick little suicide in all that we do
You decide