Suicidal Tendencies - Suicide's An Alternative / You'll Be Sorry lyrics

Sick of people-no one's real Sick of chicks-they're all b**hes Sick of you-you're too hip Sick of life-it s**s Suicide's an alternative Sick of trying-what's the point Sick of talking-no one listens Sick of listening-it's all lies Sick of thinking-just end up confused sick of myself-don't wanna live Sick and tired-and no one cares Sick of life-it s**s Sick of politics-for the rich Sick of power-only oppresses Sick of government-full of tyrants Sick of school-total brainwash Sick of music-top-40 s**s Sick of myself-don't wanna live Sick and tired-and no one cares Sick of life-it s**s Suicide's an alternative Sick of life-it s**s Sick and tired-and no one cares Sick of myself-don't wanna live Sick of living-I'm gonna die Suicide's an alternative Well I've got a little story to tell About a little red-a**ed punk that came from Hell He said Satan's been lookin especially for me He said Satan's got a paper gonna set your body free He said power and glory, b**hes for screwin' All in your name and all for you today Oh yeah Power and fame, all in your name All the gold and b**hes you ever could have Oh yeah You'll have power, fame, all in your name All that you want, all that you need Everything that you ever could read Anything anything that you ever would need Well sign the paper that's all you do Sign the paper it's ready too Anything there it's all for you Well this is all you got to do So I looked him in the eye and I said "f** you you little red-a**ed goblined-breathed horned-hed motherf**er!" Cause I don't care too much about gold And I don't really give a f** about what you've been told And I don't really care for anyone looking after me Cause I'm a meaner son of a b**h than that f** ever could be