Artist: The Matches
Album: E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals
Title: Sick Little Suicide

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'll put you back some pay checks
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 down town is a count down
No air anywhere in the area
Suck back these take home packs of euthenasia
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 ones for you!?
Which ones for you
Mark my words, oh, just a little more
Sarah said
And suddenly subsistance is suicide
Excersise and malnutrion
Keep curves tight
Cause all that matters is what's outside
So says every magazine cover
Which gallently assaults 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 aretery
And feed beyond our needs
So pardon me
This part of me!
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 ones for you!?
Which ones for you!?
There's a sick little suicide
In all that we do
There's a sick little suicide
In all that we do
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 ones for you?!
There's a sick little suicide
In all that we do
You decide
Which ones for you?!
There's a sick little suicide
In all that we do
You decide
Which ones for you!?
There's a sick little suicide
In all that we do
You decide
Which ones for you?!
There's a sick little suicide
In all that we do
You decide