Sick of Me
Why can't I get some honesty?
You think I don't but yes I see
And I ain't your clown anymore.
Till' the last of the cows come home,
Till' the new light shines on the old sea foam,
Now I see, you're sick of me.
Black cat is on my path,
Soon it's gonna face my wrath,
Now I see, she's sick of me.
Throw me in the Lake of Fire,
It won't change my burning desire,
It's plain to see, God's sick of me.
You think I don't but yes I see
And I ain't your clown anymore.
Till' the last of the cows come home,
Till' the new light shines on the old sea foam,
Now I see, you're sick of me.
Black cat is on my path,
Soon it's gonna face my wrath,
Now I see, she's sick of me.
Throw me in the Lake of Fire,
It won't change my burning desire,
It's plain to see, God's sick of me.
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Writer(s): Coleman Robert Brice
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