I woke up in a cold sweat   Wriggling and writhing... a man in the net   Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand   There ain't no judge this is no man's land      It's Sick City   Sick City   Sick City's got seven sins   No place where the conscience wins      Misery may be mother   One beggar can beg from another   Strike with the sword   Stricken with the scabbard   You won't get far climbing the ladder   Gotta take care of necessities   Caring for people's a luxury   Make sure you get what you need   So you threaten with a knife to feed your greed      Sick City's got seven sins   No place where the conscience wins   Sick City's got a sacred secret   Save your breath to cool your broth   Sick city... swollen land   Grease on the palm or a broken arm   Sick City has a special flavour   A brand new way to love thy neighbour   Sick City's got a sacred secret   Your guts get full don't drag your legs   In Sick City you're better off dead   Take the fat with the lean or a hole in your head