They Might Be Giants I'm Sick (of This American Life)
I'm Sick (of this American Life)
Screw kid, I got nothin' to say
Quit buggin' me, go away
High time you realize
I didn't come here to socialize
I'm sick
Sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
I like staring at two glass eyes
Keep 'em stuffed museum-style
Got alarms set all around
In case they move around
I'm sick
Sick of this American life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice
