You wanna know what it's like 
Condemned to live with you 
It's some kind of suicide 
Some phase that I'm through
I ain't sadistic, masochistic 
You and me are through 
I`m sick to death of everything you do 
And if I'm gonna have a puke you bet yer life I'll puke on you
I'm gonna be, gonna be sick on you 
I'm gonna be, gonna be sick on you 
I'm gonna be, gonna be sick on you
All down your face, your dress, your legs and your shoes... 
Sick on you 
Give it to me babe 
Give it to me babe 
Give it to me babe
It's been six weeks and that`s six weeks too long 
You thought we were Romeo and Juliet 
You couldn't have been more wrong
So pack your rags in to your bags 
Get back where you belong 
I`m sure they miss you, it`s really quite a shame 
I hear Skid Row's just never been the same