"Dead People Scare Me (But The Living Make Me Sick)" lyrics

Three cheers for the eyes of the innocent
For the two-faced, first class citizens
For the preachers, hatebreeders
The leaders - you hear us?

Hand on my heart I ain't settling for less than justice
A higher state of consciousness
'Cause I'm a little bit of everything you made me
But you made me pretty sick and pretty crazy

Morals don't mean a thing, when you sell 'em for millions
From the ground up, sound off
Everybody horns up

Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
I've been touched by the devil
And it feels like heaven
Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
Counting sins by the seven
And I will forever

Turn your triple nines upside down for me
Turn your triple nines upside down for me

"You need god"
I need a lot of things, but that ain't one of 'em
I'm an outcast, a criminal
I'm evil, subliminal

Feeling like an undertaker, burning bodies
And I'm gonna make you famous, virus, contagious
Out of time like a heretic tic tic tic tic toc, trickshot, cold, I'm a sick fuck

Religion ain't sacred when you distill it with hatred
Now round it up, sound off
Everybody horns up

Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
I've been touched by the devil
And it feels like heaven
Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
Counting sins by the seven
And I will forever

Turn your triple nines upside down for me
Turn your triple nines upside down for me

You make me sick...

I've been touched by the devil
And it feels like heaven!

Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
I've been touched by the devil
And it feels like heaven
Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
Dead people scare me but the living make me sick
Counting sins by the seven
And I will forever