Sick & Wrong

[Verse 1] Put your hands together Put your hands together It's time to get together It's time to get on the winning side Get your shit together Get your shit together Put your hands together Or put your hands behind your back [Chorus] I know I belong Sick and wrong, what does that make you? I know I belong Sick and wrong, what does that make you? [Verse 2] Put your hands together Put your hands together It's time to get together It's time to get on the winning side I know that I'm sick, my demise will be no surprise I realize that the exclamations in my deviation Has a medical dimension ([?] detention) I was wrong, I knew it all along I confess that I transgress I employ a lawyer to cause my plight in a better light To gain a deposition Of my condition: Sick & wrong [Chorus] I know I belong Sick and wrong, what does that make you? I know I belong Sick and wrong, what does that make you? I know I belong (I know I'm wrong!) I'm sick and wrong, what does that make (you?) (I'm sick, what does that make you?!) I don't know why I've done wrong but (I know I've been wrong!) I know I belong Sick and wrong, what does that make you? (I'm sick! What does that make you?!)