PULL THE PLUG

by Sick Children

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released 29 October 2014

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Track Name: fiend crawl
what kind of dose will help me lose my mind
what kind of dose will make you step in kind
mines not kicking in yet
just give it a minute
oh fuck i'm starting to feel it... lets go

what kind of dose will hit us both just right
what kind of does will keep us up all night

this trip is turning south
ride out ride out ride it - ride it out
im in the waved now - lets go lets hit this town

blindsided by last call
whats next on this fiend crawl
i haven't had enough doll
i dont wanna i dont wanna

lets switch into high gear
i know a guy - i've got beer
say the word we're out of here
do yah wanna do yah wanna

i don't wanna wake up
you without your make up
why don't be just stay up
do yah wanna do yah wanna

oh and that's the last beer
i don't wanna stay here
oh my god here comes the fear
i dont wanna i dont wanna

when the morning tolls
i'll tuck and roll
i'm sure there would be a silver lining here
if my serotonin hadn't left me miles down the road
Track Name: kin
wow
you've got some fucking guts
pretending that you've raised us when you've barley drug us up
tell me what
wasn't enough
keeping us from water that you'd piss into our cup
you should have fucking sewn it up
what
does it cost to just forget
a tote bag of addictions more expensive than my rent
i'm just a load you should have spent
is it wrong if nobody's watching?
Track Name: bully
on the outside - 3 kids - bank from 9 to 5the unique few
i'll hunt and haunt you
to, from, and at school - my adolescent fascist rule
its just a game though,
the only prize that i can win
is to make you take your life before it actually begins

i am not original i'm everyone that i have ever known
all these pieces i have stolen
all but skin and bones

bones set
obsessive regrets
envelop good kids with revenge like it's the best that they can get
when did
behaving inhumanly cruel
become curriculum required for just living through grade school

grant me intellectualism as a coping mechanism
give me the strength to survive so i can meet 'em on the outside

in these three years real losers rule
in these three years
those fags should try to learn to take it all in stride
this all will thicken up their hyde
these are the best days of our lives

i'll paint this school red with cool
i'll paint this school
if i didn't take your life you'd still be fucking dead inside
Track Name: livin' like a dog
curled up,
and vulnerable
i am a ball at your feet

obedient
give you the world
if you just give me a treat

i'll answer to
your beck and call
and keep off all of the heat

until the end
barred teeth at them
we are a two item fleet

i'm living like dog

i think beyond this leash i'm missing something
i think that you should just throw me a bone
i'm living like dog

i think beyond this leash i'm missing something
i think that you should just throw me a bone
Track Name: time bomb
conversation with my conscious on my way home
don't go its telling me don't go
triumph over my ill will still is looking bleak
its not just me - the flesh is weak
this mess is a black hole
but i wont put up a fight
don't act so coy you know
that you could have me anytime you like

we're gonna wind up

with our red hands, caught but
there is a rush in lying
this isn't all for not
though, i'm not yours and you are sure not mine
commitment crime
we're a ticking time bomb

tick tick tick

conversation with my conscious on my way home
don't go its telling me don't go
all said and done i should have probably had enough
but i love to be the fuck up that you fuck when you're fucked up!
Track Name: take me home
tell me something tell me something
that ive been waiting to hear
it's been years

show me something that i wanted to see
it's been months
and you a'int heard nothing from me

it only seems fair i've waited so long

i've prayed to my hands to the bone
there was never a sign
you've never shown
i've prayed my hands to the bone
there was never a time that i wasn't alone
take me home
Track Name: crass & superficial
i'm not ungrateful
it's not that i don't want to be here
theres people out there i'm sure are my kind
to each their own to the crass and superficial
but they're all i find - they're all i find
i'm not ungrateful
it's not that i don't want to be here
theres people out there i'm sure are my kind
to say i'm jaded is a bloody, blatant, understatement
but i've tried i'm telling you i 've tried
these folks
don't roam
i'm far
from home
these folks
don't roam
i'll go
alone
Track Name: high times
egg foo young
chicken tongue
pizza pie
fly fly fly

to be finger licking
just add some chicken
oreas
marsh mellows

add some salsa
make it hot
touch of ice cream
hit the spot

chocolate sauce
spread it slow
start your motors
here we go
ah put it on the pizza!
whipped cream flown' like waterfalls
Track Name: everyone is just a regular judge judy now, aren't they?
i have a job
i pay my rent
my folks aren't rich
i went to school
i probably am not cool enough

y'all sew that patch in the same place
any uniform is a disgrace
that's not your fucking face
crust
thats not your face

this is my real name
ok. i showered
my fucking garb ain't bleached by the sun

that's not your face
Track Name: if i can't smoke or swear i'm fucked
ricky, you're just a flint
off the old shit fire driven by winds of monumental ignorance
well it's shit waves
the weather's looking like shit waves
cops and dope don't mix now do they?
like shit and strawberry shortcake
cops and dope don't mix now do they?
cops and dope don't
mix
me
a fucking drink
i don't think so - smokes lets go
ricky's as good as dead
with a double barrel shit machine gun loaded at his head
Track Name: terrified of everything
alarm is ringing - i'm not getting up
phone is ringing - i'm not picking up
my friends are hanging - i'm not meeting up
i have a meeting - i'm not showing up

why am i terrified
of the easy things
of the simple things
of the normal things

i won't go out 'til night

give me a chance
i'm fucking blowing it

i wont go out 'til night
i'd rather crawl into my hole
Track Name: profiling the dead
sends a cards -vs- up all night
caviare -vs- bits and bites
full coverage -vs- hackin' it
crematory -vs- open casket

profiling the dead by the cars at the funeral home
profiling the dead by the cars in the funeral home parking lot
profiling the dead by their friends cars

the church is packed -vs- an empty mass
no one cares -vs- flags half mast

currency
family tree
a favourite book
or recipe
seal it in the casket!

rosary
photography
jewellery
and clemency
seal it in the casket!

manicures
precious furs
trophy wives
and treasured knives
seal it in the casket!

high heels
spinner wheels
low carb meals
vacation deals
seal it in the casket!
Track Name: sick children
who is the keeper of these children
its hard to take
it's hard to take it all on faith
when you watch your children starving and cant put food on their plate
i know that He is good
and i know that He is great
as a crutch for passing judgement and a conduit for hate

what kind of plan
is it to build a man and just to tear him down again
whatever maker would put this all into place -
i would spit into their face

what kind of plan
is it to build man just to tear him down again
whatever deity will put this to an end i'll believe in them
i'll pray for them