Sick Man

By Foetus

On Hole

Released on September 1984

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[Verse 1]

Lurchin' round the parking lot

A man possessed of not a lot

Skin and bones and rings and crown

Legs reach right down to the ground

Swivel hips and loose lips

Stab the dagger, turn it round

His life's an open book

Scribbled in his own blood


[Chorus 1]

His constant companion is always at hand

Making entries in his diary

The diary of Sick Man


[Verse 2]

Overcome by waves of lechery

One for you sixteen for me

Kill the monkey on his back

He kisses big, he kisses black

Profile of Neanderthal

Leaves his debris in the hall

Pushover furniture, barroom brawls

Taking notes from toilet walls

His victim screams, he has a ball

The bigger the head, the harder they fall


[Chorus 2]

He lives a life of luxury, he lives a life of misery

The entries in his diary are the entries of Sick Man

His constant companion is always at hand

Making entries in his diary

The diary of Sick Man


[Verse 3]

His pen's as mighty as his sword

Bites off more than he can afford

The torture-meister relishing

Intimidating everything

Typewriter rhythms drowning the

Newly acquired insecurity

Gets in fights, stays up nights

Rends and mends companion's tights

Forcing symptoms of his own disease

A boil for you, Black Plague for me


[Chorus 1]

His constant companion is always at hand

Making entries in his diary

The diary of Sick Man

His constant companion is always at hand

Making entries in his diary

The diary of Sick Man


[Verse 4]

Blackheaded Blackguard with a blackjack

Laced his coffee with spoons of RATSAK

Hangs his trophies on walls of his place

Hangs his carrots in front of his own face

Lust and greed has swallowed him

Tearing limb from hymn to limb

He's worried now, he got a gun

Swallowed in his clammy hams

All he got for Christmas was

A chip on his shoulder

And a constant reminder


[Bridge]

Left companion in pool of blood

She had tried to make him taste his own medicine

Gone down dead end alleyway

"Hey, Sick Man! Suck this, Sick Man! Eat hot lead!"

He's grinding, shaking, dancing dead

Illegal entries in his diary, the diary of Sick Man


[Chorus 1]

His constant companion was always at hand

She is an entry in the diary

The diary of Sick Man

His constant companion always at hand

Making entries in his diary

The diary of Sick Man

Illegal entries in his diary, diary of Sick Man

Sick Man

Sick Man

Sick Man

Sick Man


[Outro]

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