"Some, you know, we need to find some help for you." If you say that we're ill, 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, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick, fucked 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 mad'ning crowd We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick, fucked 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, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick, fucked up and complicated We are chaos, we can't be cured We are sick