What's it like to have the world on a string

Knowing you can change it, but you don't do a thing?

When it's down to the last hour

Down to the last power

You know how to sit back and collect your own win

Who are you

When no one sees?

It's awfully convenient

That the devil's in your details

Are the dirty little reasons in me

Well, I'm feeling sick in the head

I want to dance with all your friends

Come plant a kiss on my lips

In the back of the bar

In New York City

I'm feeling

Sick little boys with their sick little games

Sick little feelings in my sick little brain

If it looks good, feels good, there's probably a catch

You're wood and I'm phosphate, hey, we make a good match

Sick in the head

I want to dance with all your friends

Come plant a kiss on my lips

In the back of the bar

In New York City

I'm feeling

Sick of that shit

I don't want to fall asleep like this

Come plant a kiss on my lips

In the back of the bar

In New York City

I'm feeling sick

Who are you

When no one sees?

It's awfully convenient

That the devil in your details

Are the dirty little reasons in me

Well, I'm feeling sick in the head

I want to dance with all your friends

Come plant a kiss on my lips

In the back of the bar

In New York City

I'm feeling

Sick of that shit

I don't want to fall asleep like this

Come plant a kiss on the lips

In the back of the bar

In New York City

I'm feeling

Sick