We drop like flies inside the house of sickThe last man standing happens to be me,
The bug wants me but I'm too fast and quick
Too busy cleaning vomit, can't you see?
A little thing has grabbed them one by one
And spilled their insides out upon the floor
A sickness bug just trying to have some fun,
Five people down, and I will be one more.
I feel inside the place where sickness stemmed,
Sit waiting for convulsions in me too,
The fact that soon to vomit I'm condemned
Will not make it more pleasant when I do.
The family is close and all is well,
We've spent a joyful day in vomit hell.
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