Sick City Lyrics - Pig

I woke up in a cold sweat 

Wriggling and writhing... a man in the net 

Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand 

There ain't no judge this is no man's land 

It's Sick City 

Sick City 

Sick City's got seven sins 

No place where the conscience wins 

Misery may be mother 

One beggar can beg from another 

Strike with the sword 

Stricken with the scabbard 

You won't get far climbing the ladder 

Gotta take care of necessities 

Caring for people's a luxury 

Make sure you get what you need 

So you threaten with a knife to feed your greed 

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Sick City's got seven sins 

No place where the conscience wins 

Sick City's got a sacred secret 

Save your breath to cool your broth 

Sick city... swollen land 

Grease on the palm or a broken arm 

Sick City has a special flavour 

A brand new way to love thy neighbour 

Sick City's got a sacred secret 

Your guts get full don't drag your legs 

In Sick City you're better off dead 

Take the fat with the lean or a hole in your head 

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