Sick on You

You wanna know what it's like

Condemned to live with you

It's some kind of suicide

Some phase that

I'm through

I ain't sadistic, masochistic

You and me are through

I`m sick to death of everything you do

And if I'm gonna have a puke you bet yer life

I'll puke on you

I'm gonna be, gonna be sick on you

I'm gonna be, gonna be sick on you

I'm gonna be, gonna be sick on you

All down your face, your dress, your legs and your shoes...

Sick on you

Give it to me babe

Give it to me babe

Give it to me babe

It's been six weeks and that`s six weeks too long

You thought we were

Romeo and

Juliet You couldn't have been more wrong

So pack your rags in to your bags

Get back where you belong

I`m sure they miss you, it`s really quite a shame

I hear Skid

Row's just never been the same