You Make Me Sick

I want you to stop To sit and think Of all the times you tried to steal from me Ride my coat tails, use my name Your smiles exposed all your fangs Your forked tongue is always running Spilling from your mouth I suggest you bind it up and keep it Keep

Pass them by, pass them by, 'til all their pain subsides As the lamb, the lamb, lays by your side The last season is upon us, tough to deal with, a real hard case Make no mistake, no bones about it Never fit in but I've found my place Going in, dirty