Sick On Seventh Street

What's it like to have the world on a string
Knowing you can change it, but you don't do a thing?
When it's down to the last hour
Down to the last power
You know how to sit back and collect your own win

Who are you
When no one sees?
It's awfully convenient
That the devil's in your details
Are the dirty little reasons in me

Well, I'm feeling sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on my lips
In the back of the bar
In New York City
I'm feeling

Sick little boys with their sick little games
Sick little feelings in my sick little brain
If it looks good, feels good, there's probably a catch
You're wood and I'm phosphate, hey, we make a good match

Sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on my lips
In the back of the bar
In New York City
I'm feeling

Sick of that shit
I don't want to fall asleep like this
Come plant a kiss on my lips
In the back of the bar
In New York City
I'm feeling sick

Who are you
When no one sees?
It's awfully convenient
That the devil in your details
Are the dirty little reasons in me

Well, I'm feeling sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on my lips
In the back of the bar
In New York City
I'm feeling

Sick of that shit
I don't want to fall asleep like this
Come plant a kiss on the lips
In the back of the bar
In New York City
I'm feeling
Sick