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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hollywood Brats
Hollywood Brats
Performer
Casino Steel
Casino Steel
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matheson/Steel
Matheson/Steel
Songwriter
Andrew Matheson
Andrew Matheson
Songwriter
Casino Steel
Casino Steel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Matheson
Andrew Matheson
Producer
Casino Steel
Casino Steel
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Ooh)
(Woo)
[Verse 2]
You wanna know what it's like
Condemned to live with you?
It's some kind of daily suicide
Some phase that I am through
I ain't sadistic, masochistic
You and me, we're through
[Verse 3]
I'm sick to death of everything you do
Yeah, and if I'm gonna puke, I bet I'm gonna puke on you, yeah
(Ooh)
(Woo)
[Verse 4]
You've been with me six weeks
Well, that's six weeks too long
You thought we was Romeo and Juliet
Well, you couldn't have been more wrong
So toss your rags into your bags
Get back where you belong
[Verse 5]
I'm sure they miss you, really is quite a shame
Yeah, somehow Skid Row's just never been the same
[Verse 6]
I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be sick on you, yeah
I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be sick on you, yeah
I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be sick on you
All down your face and your dress and your legs and your shoes
They're sick on you
[Verse 7]
Yeah, aw, give it to me, babe
Give it to me, babe
Give it to me, babe, oh, oh, oh, yeah
[Verse 8]
Oh, give it to me, babe
Give it to me, babe
Give it to me, babe
[Verse 9]
Ah, you sit by the phone (Ooh, ooh-bop-bop, bop)
I'm out running with the guys (Ooh, ooh-bop-bop, bop)
I stagger home and you glare at me (Ooh, ooh-bop-bop, bop)
With those Mother Superior eyes (Ooh, ooh-bop-bop, bop)
One look into the mirror (Ooh, ooh-bop-bop, bop)
You'd never dare to criticize (Ooh, ooh-bop-bop, bop)
[Verse 10]
I'm sick to death of everything you do
All the things that you do, babe
And if I'm gonna puke
Well, babe, I'm gonna puke on you
[Verse 11]
Yeah, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be sick on you, all down your dress
I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be sick on you, now I'm a fucking mess
I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be sick on you, yeah
Yeah, down your face and your dress and your legs and your shoes
Ah, sick on you, yeah
[Verse 12]
I'm gonna be sick
Sick on you, yeah
Oh, I'm gonna be sick
Sick on you, ah
On your face, your face
Yeah, your pretty little English
Peaches and cream complexion
All slimy and wet
Yeah, I'm gonna be sick, sick, sick, sick on you
Yeah, I'll be sick, sick, sick, sick on you, I'll be sick
I'll be sick, sick, sick, sick, sick on you
Baby, I'm gonna be sick, you make me sick
You make me sick
I'll be sick, sick, sick
Aw, aw, sick
Aw
Written by: Andrew Matheson, Casino Steel, Matheson/Steel
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