Lirik dan Chord Lagu Do the Sick - Direct Hit!

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - Pada 24 Juni 2016 Direct Hit! merilis sebuah lagu berjudul "Do the Sick".

Lagu tersebut menjadi trek terakhir dari 12 lagu dalam albumnya yang bertajuk Wasted Mind.

Simak lirik dan chord lagu "Do the Sick" dari Direct Hit! di bawah ini:

[Verse]

D
Everyone's sicker than a dog in here
                D
No one's got the medicine to make it all clear
                     G
Stranger things have happened
              G
but they're certainly rare
                  A
And no one's survived em anyway
             A
so we don't fucking care
                   D
Give us a pill, pass us a drink
             D
Our hair is fucking falling out and clogging the sinks
                        G
Water on the floor like a fucking slip and slide,
                                A
So come on everybody, let's go for a ride

[Chorus]

           G
And do the sick sick, throw up, roll around in the muck
                            D
Yeah it's the dance that we do to get fucked
                        G
Everyone's too gross to get unstuck,
                                     A
And no we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck

[Bridge]

                      D
Beating on each other
                D
with our fists and our wrists
G                  A             D
just to get our pounding heads to stop
             D
Lying to each other
                       G
that tomorrow will be better when we know
A                       D
damn well we're fucked
                     D
Fuck

[Interlude]

D G A (x2)

[Chorus]

           Bm
We'll do the sick sick
                   Bm
til we're all deep in the ground
                    D
And trash with the worms and their friends
                     Bm
Rolling in our graves til the fucking world ends
                                 G
No one can avoid it, we're not making amends

[Verse]

           D
Everyone's sicker than a dog in here
                D
No one's got the wherewithal to make it all clear
                 G
If anybody had a clue
                          G
we'd work out a plan,
               A
But it's easier to think of ways to laugh it off instead
                      D
Gimme a pill, pass me a drink
                   D
It's an easier solution than to actually think
                          G
Our hair is falling out and clogging the sinks
                       A                           
And the waste has piled up to the point where it stinks

[Chorus]

                          G
And do the sick sick, throw up, roll around in the muck
                    D
Yeah it's the dance that we do to get fucked
                  G
Everyone's too gross to get unstuck,
                             A
And no we're not the kind of people with any kind of luck

[Outro]

                    D
So we're beating on each other
                    D
with our fists and our feet
G
just to try
A                         D
and get a minute of sleep
                  D
When if we'd all get along
         D
sing a couple of songs
G                  A                    D
we'd slow the sprint toward death to a creep
          D
Beating on each other
                  D
with our fists and our wrists,
G                   A              D
just to get our pounding heads to stop
D   
Lying to each other that
G
tomorrow will be better when we know
A                     D
damn well we're fucked.