The Matches - Sick Little Suicide (acoustic) lyrics

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 will put you back Some paychecks Set you back about a year or two There's a sick little suicide in all that we do All that we do And the ground downtown is a countdown No air anywhere in the area s** 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!? 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 a**aults 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 our need So pardon me This part of me