Lyrics:

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