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Fun Lovin' Criminals

This Sick World

Keep on warin', 'cause that's what got us

here. Keep on talkin', till there's no one else

to fear. See, me and my brother, might not

be around next year, 'cause one or the

other's, cap slipped out of gear.

In this sick world, I see the babies dyin',

from car bombs and blind eyes and

prophet's lyin. In this sick world, I'm feelin'

all alone, to reap the seeds in which we've

sewn. In this sick world, I keep my mind

real tight, in this sick world I never punk the

fight, in this sick world, I never saw no light,

so this sick world is blowin' up tonight.

The freaks come out at night...

Keep on searchin', on this starless night,

and keep on preachin', everything's gonna

be all right. Load the weapon, these kids

are just the age. Have them kill the Texan,

and the man who takes his place.

In this sick world, I see the babies dyin',

from car bombs and blind eyes and

prophet's lyin. In this sick world, I'm feelin'

all alone, to reap the seeds in which we've

sewn. In this sick world, I keep my mind

real tight, in this sick world I never punk the

fight, in this sick world, I never saw no light,

so this sick world is blowin' up tonight.

The freaks come out at night...

Keep on warin' keep on talkin' keep on

searchin' keep on preachin'.