Sick and tired, growing sick and tired Spills and thrills amused them lately Clean up yesterday, you're tripping all night Busy morning, call it luck to call in ill See through walls but still you're stuck in the door Strapped in moods that don't expire till you're eighty-eight Subset stars What we gave we had and what we got we lost Fill your minds with material schemes The flamboyance of this modern day zoo Love the absent and the present that we scorn See through walls but still you're stuck in the door Strapped in moods that don't expire till you're eighty-eight Subset stars I'm hurt but I'm not stained Antidotes to kill the pain I'm hurt but I'm not stained The antidotes to kill the pain I'm hurt and I'm hurt, yeah Sexual commodities sell like hot cakes Empty society Hungry is on the prowl Make a wish, you cannot lie I'm hurt but I'm not stained Antidotes to kill the pain I'm hurt but I'm not stained Antidotes to kill the pain I'm hurt but I'm not stained Suicide, yeah Suicide, yeah Suicide, yeah