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.
Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu Disassemble - Direct Hit!
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.