作词 : Shooter Jennings/Marilyn Manson

作曲 : Shooter Jennings/Marilyn Manson

If you say that we're ill

Just give us your pill

Hope we'll just go away

But once you've inhaled death

Everything else is perfume

Maybe I'm just a mystery

I could end up your misery

Maybe I'm just a mystery

I could end up your misery

In the end we all end up in a garbage dump

But I'll be the one that's holding your hand

We are sick, ****ed up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, ****ed up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

Maybe I'm just a mystery

I could be your misery

Maybe I'm just a mystery

Marry with the left hand

So far so far from the madding crowd

We are sick, ****ed up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, ****ed up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

Am I a man or a show, or moment

The man in the moon

Or a man of all seasons

Will I be in at the kill with you?

We are sick, ****ed up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, ****ed up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, ****ed up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick, ****ed up and complicated

We are chaos, we can't be cured

We are sick