Sick of drinking poison Sick of worrying Sick of telling lies You're just sick of listening What a bastard child I have made myself What a stab What a missing truth I hope I can get home to you What's the use in going it alone? What's the use in going this alone? It's you and me Let's get out of this place It's you and me Let's get out of this place I'm sick of this monster monster You've gotta get here You've gotta get here I'm sick of this monster monster You've gotta get here You've gotta get here We've go to get out, get out Before things get weird Before it gets weird We've got to get out, get out Before it gets weirder I have made an exit I have made a home Among the throne And I have given in I have given in I have lost respect for me Can this get any worse? Can this get any worse? Before it gets weirder