--- (Music intro: A swirling, phaser-drenched guitar riff, low and menacing. A single, dirty blues lick repeats over a rumbling bass. A high, sustained feedback note screams in, then the drums kick in—a loose, groovy, hard-rock stomp, like "Sweet Emotion" on a bad trip.) (Verse 1) Woke up this mornin', sky was bleedin' red Poured myself a coffee, tasted just like lead Turned on the television, saw a preacher with a gun Screamin' 'bout the rapture, sayin' our time is done My telephone is buzzin' with another civil war Tell me, honey, what the hell we build these cages for? (Pre-Chorus) And the ice caps meltin' into a champagne glass Some fat cat's laughin', watchin' all the empires crash I feel a sickness, deep down in my soul A beautiful disaster spinnin' out of control (Chorus - Guitar explodes into a massive, sleazy riff, Tyler-style high screams over the top) It's a World Gone Sick, baby, can't you feel the fever? A liar on a podium, a true non-believer A world gone sick, honey, and there ain't no cure They're sellin' bottled water from a poisoned sewer World gone sick! Yeah! Just a little bit thicker Liquid nitro burnin', and the devil's pourin' liquor! (Verse 2) Scrolling through the static, got a screen-burned soul Livin' for the likes, baby, diggin' my own hole Robots learnin' poetry, while the poets lose their homes Kids are makin' millions dancin' next to garden gnomes I saw a hundred thousand marchin' for a truth they couldn't find While a drone flies over, leavin' no one behind... yeah... (Pre-Chorus) And the fever's breakin' on a satellite stream Nothin' is real, but it makes you wanna scream A cosmic joke, on a worldwide stage Locked in a box, full of impotent rage! (Chorus - Even more unhinged, with wild ad-libs) It's a World Gone Sick, baby, can't you taste the poison? A silicon valley built on dinosaur bones in Wisconsin! A world gone sick, honey, and the sky is turnin' green! The whole damn thing's a messed-up, psychedelic scene! World gone sick! OW! Can't you feel it kick? It's a bad, bad movie and the reels are runnin' quick! (Guitar Solo - Not a fast shredder, but a talkative, slinky, wah-wah drenched blues solo. It's sleazy, with long, bent notes that cry and howl, punctuated by sharp, scratching rhythm. It feels like a descent into beautiful, chaotic madness. The bass and drums lock into a trance-inducing, groovy pocket.) (Bridge - Music drops to a sinister, clean arpeggio with a heavy phaser effect. Vocals are a hushed, paranoid snarl) Shadows dancin' in the neon glow Everybody's got a ticket to the final show The pilot's laughin' on the intercom Says "We don't know where we're goin', but the moral compass is gone..." A million faces starin' into a tiny light Peace on Earth, baby... guess we missed that flight... (Guitar builds back up with a climbing, distorted riff, a swirling tornado of sound) (Final Chorus - Full band in a frenzy, vocals are raw, screaming soul) IT'S A WORLD GONE SICK! WOO! And the band keeps playin'! Armageddon blues, baby, and we're all done prayin'! A WORLD GONE SICK! Yeah, the future's lookin' stark! I'm just a rat in a cage, singin' in the dark! World gone sick! Sick! SICK! Huh! Get it! (Outro - The band crashes down into a chaotic, psychedelic blues jam. A harmonica wails like a distant siren. Guitars feedback and swirl, phaser and delay drenching everything. The drums slowly fall apart into a tribal stomp. A whispered, echoed vocal ad-libs over the chaos as it fades...) Yeah... a world gone sick, mama... ...pass the antidote... ...too much, too late... ...sick... (A final, ringing power chord. Feedback. Silence.)
