Matches, The lyrics - Sick Little Suicide

Matches, The lyrics - Sick Little Suicide

Title:	Sick Little Suicide
Artist:	Matches, The
Album:	E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals
Year:	2004
Submitted by:	BuRf
	Mark said he could hold his own head up And share his mind With the peeling paint on the bedroom wall One step ahead of the pack Of Marlboros Still, I don't believe he would take that fall Those things'll put you back some paychecks Set you back about a year or two There's a sick little suicide in all that we do It's all that we do Every ground downtown is a countdown Nowhere anywhere in the area Suck back these take-home packs of euthanasia Youth in America There's a sick little suicide In all that we do There's a sick little suicide in all that we do You decide Which one's for you? Which one's for you? Mark my words, oh, just a little more Sara said And subtly subsistence is suicide Exercise and malnutrition Keep curves tight Cause all that matters is what's outside So says every magazine cover Which gallantly assaults Our own women and children But it's not my fault It's never my fault We dare bury our three-square fare In a twenty-first century artery And feed beyond the need So pardon me This part of me There's a sick little suicide In all that we do There's a sick little suicide in all that we do You decide Which one's for you? Which one's for you? There's a sick little suicide in all that we do There's a sick little suicide in all that we do There's a sick little suicide in all that we do There's a sick little suicide in all that we do You decide Which one's for you There's a sick little suicide in all that we do You decide Which one's for you? There's a sick little suicide in all that we do You decide Which one's for you? There's a sick little suicide in all that we do You decide Which one's for you? There's a sick little suicide in all that we do You decide