Meanwhile kicking back on the couch with The drug addicted, weak minded people Searching for the god through the tv screen With the preacher jacking off in their face It's love for him and it's pain for them It makes me sick All their pain poured into one Arms reach out to catch for fun Playing life savior with no fear For he know his stacks will grow Year after year after tear Meanwhile packing up the letters about my world I'm gonna rage i'm gonna make him lose The underworld Make hime burn for what he did He's sick yeah he's sick yeah Everytime he comes home to his pet snake Named after him they take turns licking the Floor They take turns sucking each others' oh He likes it Every night he kisses his wife on the forehead She lives down the street She's got 32 rooms in her house She's got 30 of them to paint her face Meanwhile Well, welcome to the swirling pool Red and white blood cells of it all Diseased again by a man full of greed For when will your journey end Amongst the sliming green solution You see it makes me Sick Sick, sick, sick, sick Yeah yeah Meanwhile One day he'll get his just reward Playing preacher to the weak bewildered On day he'll crash upon him I hope on day they will learn to wake up