Sick of begging
sick of trying to please
sick of the struggle
sick of your fake id
If i ever feel your scent again
youre one fist to close
If i ever see your shadow again
youre going down the hard way
they call me the comedy clown
they feed me waste in the gutter
they call me teh comedy clown
i am waste in the gutter
If i ever see you again
i'll be close to my grave
if i ever lie to you again
i'll be dirt