Discography
• Suicidal Tendencies (1983)
• Join the Army (1987)
• How Will I Laugh Tomorrow When I Can't Even Smile Today (1988)
• Controlled by Hatred/Feel Like Shit...Déjà Vu (1989)
• Lights...Camera...Revolution! (1990)
• The Art of Rebellion (1992)
• Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
• Suicidal for Life (1994)
• Freedumb (1999)
• Free Your Soul and Save My Mind (2000)
• No Mercy Fool!/The Suicidal Family (2010)
• 13 (2013)
• World Gone Mad (2016)
• Still Cyco Punk After All These Years (2018)
Suicide's An Alternative_You'll Be Sorry
Suicidal Tendencies Lyrics
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Sick of chicks-they're all bitches
Sick of you-you're too hip
Sick of life-it sucks
Suicide's an alternative
Sick of trying-what's the pointSick of talking-no one listens
Sick of listening-it's all lies
Sick of thinking-just end up confused
Sick of myself-don't want to live
Sick and tired-and no one cares
Sick of life-it sucks
Sick of politics-for the rich
Sick of power-only oppresses
Sick of government-full of tyrants
Sick of school-total brainwash
Sick of music-top-40 sucks
Sick of myself-don't want to live
Sick and tired-and no one cares
Sick of life-it sucks
Suicide's an alternative
Sick of life-it sucks
Sick and tired-and no one cares
Sick of myself-don't want to live
Sick of living-I'm gonna die
Suicide's an alternative
Well I've got a little story to tellAbout a little red-assed punk that came from Hell
He said Satan's been lookin especially for me
He said Satan's got a paper gonna set your body free
He said power and glory, bitches for screwin'
All in your name and all for you today
Oh yeah
Power and fame, all in your name
All the gold and bitches you ever could have
Oh yeah
You'll have power, fame, all in your name
All that you want, all that you need
Everything that you ever could read
Anything anything that you ever would need
Well sign the paper that's all you do
Sign the paper it's ready too
Anything there it's all for you
Well this is all you got to do
So I looked him in the eye and I said
"Fuck you you little red-assed goblined-breathed horned-he'd motherfucker!"
'Cause I don't care too much about gold
And I don't really give a fuck about what you've been told
And I don't really care for anyone looking after me
'Cause I'm a meaner son of a bitch than that fuck ever could be
The lyrics to Suicidal Tendencies' song Suicide's An Alternative/You'll Be Sorry offer a bleak portrayal of the singer's frustrations with society and life in general. The lyrics are full of anger and resentment, with the singer expressing disgust towards people, politics, and even himself. Through these lyrics, the singer seems to be grappling with a sense of hopelessness and despair, unable to find any meaning or purpose in his life.
The repeated line "suicide's an alternative" suggests that the singer sees suicide as a way out of his problems, perhaps the ultimate act of defiance against a world that he feels has rejected him. However, this line is juxtaposed with the follow-up line "you'll be sorry," which suggests that the singer is aware of the pain and hurt that suicide would cause to those around him. This internal struggle between the desire to escape and the knowledge of the consequences is a common theme in the song.
The song also features a spoken-word section in which the singer recounts a conversation with Satan, who offers him power, fame, and women in exchange for his soul. However, the singer ultimately rejects this offer, declaring that he doesn't care about material possessions and is a "meaner son of a bitch" than Satan himself. This section adds a surreal, almost humorous element to the song while also underscoring the singer's sense of isolation and independence.
Overall, the lyrics to Suicide's An Alternative/You'll Be Sorry are a powerful commentary on the darker side of human nature, touching on themes of frustration, anger, and despair. The song offers no easy answers but instead presents an unflinching look at the pain and confusion that can plague the human psyche.
Line by Line Meaning
Sick of people-no one's real
Tired of people, as no one is genuine
Sick of chicks-they're all bitches
Tired of girls, which are unpleasant
Sick of you-you're too hip
Tired of the person and their fake attitude of being cool
Sick of life-it sucks
Fed up with life because it is not satisfying
Suicide's an alternative
Suicide can be seen as another option for those who are fed up with life
Sick of trying-what's the point
Trying is useless because there is no end result
Sick of talking-no one listens
Talking is not needed because no one hears
Sick of listening-it's all lies
Listening is pointless because everything heard is false
Sick of thinking-just end up confused
Thinking is difficult and causes more confusion
Sick of myself-don't want to live
Tired of oneself and no longer wishes to exist
Sick and tired-and no one cares
Exhausted with no one showing any concern
Sick of politics-for the rich
Disgusted with politics, which only favors the wealthy
Sick of power-only oppresses
Power only causes oppression, which is unacceptable
Sick of government-full of tyrants
The government consists of ruthless rulers
Sick of school-total brainwash
Schools provide a thorough indoctrination
Sick of music-top-40 sucks
Popular music is terrible
Sick of living-I'm gonna die
Fed up with being alive, deciding to end life
Well I've got a little story to tell
Starting to narrate a story
About a little red-assed punk that came from Hell
The story is about a demon from hell
He said Satan's been lookin especially for me
Satan is searching for the storyteller
He said Satan's got a paper gonna set your body free
Satan has a document to liberate the storyteller from the body
He said power and glory, bitches for screwin'
Satan offered power, prestige, and girls to enjoy
All in your name and all for you today
All that Satan is offering is for the benefit of the storyteller
Power and fame, all in your name
Supreme power and prestige will bear one's name
All the gold and bitches you ever could have
Unlimited wealth and women can be obtained
You'll have power, fame, all in your name
One can possess immense power and recognition
All that you want, all that you need
Everything that one desires can be gotten
Everything that you ever could read
Anything that one ever wishes to read
Anything anything that you ever would need
Anything at all that one would ever need
Well sign the paper that's all you do
To receive all of this, one needs to sign on the paper only
Sign the paper it's ready too
The paper to attain everything is ready for the signature
Anything there it's all for you
All that one wishes for is within reach
So I looked him in the eye and I said
The storyteller challenges the demon by looking him in the eye
"Fuck you you little red-assed goblined-breathed horned-he'd motherfucker!"
The storyteller insults and swears aggressively at the demon
'Cause I don't care too much about gold
The storyteller does not crave wealth
And I don't really give a fuck about what you've been told
The storyteller does not believe in what the demon is promising
And I don't really care for anyone looking after me
The storyteller is self-reliant and needs no one to care for him/her
'Cause I'm a meaner son of a bitch than that fuck ever could be
The storyteller is tough, meaner than the demon who is a coward in front of him/her
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: MIKE MUIR
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