Green with envy she cries herself to sleep

She's paid the price for living cheap


The more you try to get out of this hole


The more you seem to bury yourself in coal

I get sicker I get sicker sicker I get sicker


The alternation in my brain it don't work right


I seem to listen to the voice that doesn't tell me fight

I kneel down by my bed I call to jah-ov-yah


Son of man he says shine bright you star


I get sicker I get sicker sicker I get sicker





An if I should start falling


Its you that I'll be calling


Sicker I get sicker sicker I get sicker