The Texas Drag Queen Massacre - Sick Little Things Тексты

I like hanging my friends on a knotted noose,
And my self abuse is my only use,
I like my eggs gloomy side up,
I'm in misery,
I like to pick my scabs and watch them bleed,
I watch snuff movies and I sit a laugh,
I'd have "I'm with stupid" as my epitaph,
I like playing with animals,
I find on the road,
Connect 'em to a firework and watch 'em explode.

I know I'm not normal,
But normal's not what I wanna be,
You tell me to grow up,
But being grown up just isn't me,
Well I know that I'm not perfect,
But then again I don't pretend to be,
There's so many sick things in this world,
They really appeal to me.

It's those sick little things in life,
That really matter to me,
It's those sick little things,
It's those sick little things in life,
That really matter to me,
It's those sick little things,
That get me through.

Well damn my soul what's wrong with me?
I got a coffin-shaped box where my heart should be,
I wanna dig up the dead,
And have my wicked way,
Pin the tail on my brother is my favourite game,
I got staples in my face to hold me in tact,
And me being evil is a matter of fact,
I'm too violent for TV,
Too bad to be good,
My parents tried to save me if only they could.

I know I'm not normal,
But normal's not what I wanna be,
You tell me to grow up,
But being grown up just isn't me,
Well I know that I'm not perfect,
But then again I don't pretend to be,
There's so many sick things in this world,
They really appeal to me.

It's those sick little things in life,
That really matter to me,
It's those sick little things,
It's those sick little things in life,
That really matter to me,
It's those sick little things,
That get me through.

It's those sick little things,
Just those sick little things,
All those sick little things,
We're all sick little things.
It's those sick little things,
Those sick little things,
All those sick little things,
We're all sick little things.

I know I'm not normal,
But normal's not what I wanna be,
You tell me to grow up,
But being grown up just isn't me,
Well I know that I'm not perfect,
But then again I don't pretend to be,
There's so many sick things in this world,
They really appeal to me.

It's those sick little things in life,
That really matter to me,
It's those sick little things,
It's those sick little things in life,
That really matter to me,
It's those sick little things,
That get me through.