Sometimes you feel like hell  And your whole world is hell as well  Sometimes you feel just like  All you can do is sleep  There's an eyeball on your shoulder  And Lord it's been there such a long time  And you can't escape this feeling  Though there's nothing there wrong  There's a monitor where the mind once was  An aircraft passes overhead  Resounds like rain in the bucket of my head  Bones just like guns  Marching off to bore  Some sizeable holes in this suit of skin  Sometimes you feel like hell  And your whole world is hell as well  Sometimes you feel just like  All you can do is sleep  I know that sickness is here  Come on and buy your own disease  Cause we're the product of the product  Can't turn but to rot  There's a monitor where the mind once was  An aircraft passes overhead  Resounds like raain in the bucket of my head  Bones just like guns  Marching off go bore  Some sizeable holes in this suit of skin