"Suicide's An Alternative / You'll Be Sorry" lyrics

[Part I. Suicide's An Alternative]

Sick of people (No one's real)
Sick of chicks (They're all bitches)
Sick of you (You're too hip)
Sick of life (It sucks)

Ah! Ah! 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 moving (never get no where)
Sick of myself (Don't want to live)
Sick and tired (And no one cares)
Sick of life (It sucks)

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 sucks)
Sick of myself (Don't want to live)
Sick and tired (And no one cares)
Sick of life (It sucks)

Ah! Ah! Suicide's an alternative!

Sick of life (It sucks)
Sick and tired (And no one cares)
Sick of myself (Don't want to live)
Sick of living (I'm gonna die)

Ah! Ah! Suicide's an alternative!

[Part II. You'll Be Sorry]

Well, I've got a little story to tell
About a little red-assed punk that came from Hell
He said Satan's been looking, especially after me
He said Satan's got a paper, gonna set your body free

He said, "Power and glory, bitches for screwing
All in your name, and all for you today"
Oh yeah
"Power and fame, all in your name
All of the gold and bitches you ever could have"
Oh yeah

"You'll have power, fame, all in your name
All that you want, all that you need
Anything that you ever could read
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, "Fuck you, you little red-assed goblined-breathed horned-head motherfucker!"

'Cause I don't care too much about gold
And I don't really give a fuck what you've been told
And I don't really care for anyone looking after me
'Cause I'm a meaner son of a bitch than that fuck ever could be, ha-ha