this sickness thats inside of me aint a sickness thats easy to see no rash no runs no potpourri of symptoms of woes no bloody stool no bloody nose just cause you cant see its there dont mean that that shit isnt there stitched into this birthday suit oh grandmother how i miss you like a banshee sid and nancy my double helix is coming unglued its in your blood it clogs your veins eats your gorgeous brains and it will drag you straight to your grave quick a head in the clouds is a foot in the grave a head in the clouds is a foot in the grave but a foot in the grave is where id rather be if a head in the clouds means im sick im not sick youre the one thats sick rick serve me my goddamn breakfast