If you say that we’re healedGive us your pills, hobos just go awayBut watch you be held deadEverything else is perfumeMaybe I’m just a mysteryI can end up your miseryMaybe I’m just a mysteryI can end up your miseryIn the end we all end up in a garbage jobBut I’ll be the one that’s holding your handWe are sick, f**ked up and complicatedWe are chaosWe can’t be curedWe are sick, f**ked up and complicatedWe are chaosWe can’t be curedMaybe I’m just a mysteryI can be your miseryMaybe I’m just a mysteryNow we’re left hangingSo far, so far from my crowd
We are sick, f**ked up and complicatedWe are chaosWe can’t be curedWe are sick, f**ked up and complicatedWe are chaosWe can’t be curedAm I man or show a momentThe man on the moon or manI lost seasonsWell, I’ll be in after the killWe are sick, f**ked up and complicatedWe are chaosWe can’t be curedWe are sick, f**ked up and complicatedWe are chaosWe can’t be curedWe are sick, f**ked up and complicatedWe are chaosWe can’t be curedWe are sick!!
