Sick & Wrong lyrics

[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 sh*t together
Get your sh*t 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 [?])
I know I belong
Sick and wrong, what does that make you? (I'm sick! What does that make you?!)