Texty: They Might Be Giants. I'm Sick (of this American Life).
Screw kid, I got nothin' to say
Quit buggin' me, go away
High time you realize
I didn't come here to socialize
I'm sick, sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
I like staring at two glass eyes
Keep 'em stuffed museum-style
Got alarms set all around
In case they move around
I'm sick, sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
Quit buggin' me, go away
High time you realize
I didn't come here to socialize
I'm sick, sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
I like staring at two glass eyes
Keep 'em stuffed museum-style
Got alarms set all around
In case they move around
I'm sick, sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
They might be giants
They might be giants
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