- Songwriters: Michael Joseph Bishop, David E. Brockie, Michael Derks, Peter Lee, Dave Mussel, Brad Roberts
Your socks they smell, your feet they stink
You never take a bath
Your nose it runs, you bust your buns
You always finish last
Sick of you, I'm so sick, so sick of you
Sick of you, I'm so sick, so sick of you
Your face is gross, you eat white toast
You don't know what to do
And just your luck, you really suck
That's all I'm sick of you
Sick of you, I'm so sick, so sick of you
Sick of you, I'm so sick, so sick of you
Bring it down, I said bring it down, thank you
Don't you know? So sick of you
Things you say and things you do
Don't you know? So sick of you
Things you say and things you do
So don't you know? I am so sick of you
Things you say and all the things you do
So don't you know? I am so sick of you
The things you say and all the things you do
Don't you know? That I'm sick of you
With all the things you say and the things you do
Said, don't you know? I'm so sick of you
With all the things you say and all the things you do
Sick of you, I'm so sick of you
Sick of you, I'm so sick of you
Sick of you, I'm so sick of you
Sick of you, I'm so sick of you
Sick of you, I'm so sick of you
Sick of you, I'm so sick of you
Human filth, sick
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From the album: Scumdogs Of The Universe
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