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 the 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