Sick Machine

hey hey hey, don't forget to put that mouth into your pocket
so you can maintain the evil of your diet
you could build a bone toilet with the calories that roll off your shoulder
it could be a monument to our eating disorders

you are a virus
I am no longer a host for you

you got no manners in the bedroom get the jumper cables upstairs
you got no manners in the bedroom get your mattress out of 5th gear

I became a drunk driver to find a vaccine
for immunity against your sick machine
you could build a support group
with the germs that you bring on vacation
you buy and sell my hopes as a Wall Street patient