Dancing Naked Ladies - The Jesus Lizard

You said you feel like you’re on drugs

That you’ve been sweeping under rugs

You told me that you were dizzy

You told me that you were ill

You’d better sleep it off

It’s because you’re sick

And there are

No dancing

No naked

No ladies

No

Lying soaking on sick sheets

Every hour up another degree

Misery lies there close to you

Misery fucks you in the ass over and over

You’d better sleep it off

It’s because you’re sick

To the undertaker

Meet your maker

Anyway, anyway, anyway

With that rash you’re dotted and glossy

You’d better sleep it off

It’s because you’re sick