Sick On Seventh Street

What's it like to have the world on a String? Know when you can change it, But you don't do a thing. When you stall to the last hour, Down to the last power. You know how to sit back and collect your Own wins. Who Are you When no One sees? The subtle inconvenience that the devil's In the little reason to me. Well, I'm feeling sick in the head. Oh. Want to dance with all your friends. Come plant a kiss on the lips. In the back of the car. In New York City, I'm feeling Sick little boys with their sick little games. Sick little feelings in my sick little brain. If it looks good, feels good, there's probably a Catch. Forward and I'm forward, Hey, we make a good match. Sick in the head. Oh. Want to dance with all your friends. Come plant a kiss on the lips. In the back of the car. In New York City, I'm feeling sick of that Shit. Don't want to feel like this. Come plant a kiss on the lips. In the back of the car. In New York City, I'm feeling sick. Who are you? When no one Speaks. It's awfully convenient that the devil in a detail That is dying little reasons in me. Well, I'm feeling sick in the head. Oh. Well, I'm going to dance on your bed. It comes as a kiss on the lips. In the dark of the dawn. In New York City, I'm feeling sick of that Shit. So I'm going to fall asleep like this. It comes as a kiss on the lips. In the dark of the dawn. In New York City, I'm feeling Sick