Sick Design

Cold and flatback steel-faced iron-clad sold like a priceless piece of real estate so sad three nights shacked up shackled down fucked up starin' over smoke stacks burning black and piles of crack living in the big store shopping in the meat aisle stick it in your coat at the checkout counter I'm so insignificant can't afford to pay my rent I'm kicked out on the street no food no cash no place to sleep now I waste away my time I'm one with this land of mine break free from this sick design
this sick design
Garbage cans and remains of every passing day All for this great big display, wipe your ass and throw it away people say we live in heaven, heaven for me was never like this and I don't know where you live

Brown water big rats another day it all turns black and then we'll have nowhere to stack this misery worn on our backs people say we live in heaven Heaven for me was never like this and I don't know where you live