| 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 |