Woorden: Buddy & Julie Miller. Orphans And Angels. S.O.S..

This is making me sick; I can't stand it anymore,
You make sex so dirty - let me out the door,
What was supposed to be personal, supposed to be clean, supposed to be private, you make a public scene,
You manipulate the innocent, exploit the weak,
You aim for those too young to know the lies you speak,
Just one more commercial, you don't care what it costs,
You get your profit, you don't care whose soul got lost.

I'm sick of sex being abused,
Sick of sex being used and misused to sell me,
I'm sick of sex being used and confused by the lies you tell me, tell me.

Well, you lower yourself, you want to take me down too,
You want to intimidate anyone who don't think like you,
You make people less than animals, turn a child into a whore,
Make a precious thing worthless, just to sell a little more,
You seem sophisticated, but you're so depraved,
You turn love into a lie, 'til there's nothing left to save,
Your corruption spreads around just like a rash,
You dehumanise us all with this filthy trash.

I'm sick of sex being abused,
Sick of sex being used and misused to sell me,
I'm sick of sex being used and confused by the lies you tell me, you tell me.

This is making me sick.

Hollywood is king, rock and roll is next around,
Magazines, TV - we all fall down,
We got it smeared on every street, where we go and where we come,
We've get it shoved in our face 'til we all go numb,
What's a child supposed to think by the picture he gets?
You rip off his self-respect with no regrets,
You pollute the atmosphere 'til we suffocate,
I'm so disgusted I can't see straight.

I'm sick of sex being abused,
Sick of sex being used and misused to sell me,
I'm sick of sex being used and confused by the lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies