I feel sick tonight
Something in my stomach ain't sitting right
But I've gotta [bad word] it, keep spitting tight
I've gotta [bad word] it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight

I feel sick tonight
Ring the bell, throw in the towel; I ain't fit to fight
I'm in [bad word]  I don't know how I can hit this height
I've gotta [bad word] it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight

They say Jesus died for somebody's sins but
God knows he didn't die for mine
Coz I'll stand accountable for my own [bad word] sins each and every time.

And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which I strive
Then I'll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive

I feel sick tonight
I feel sick tonight

And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which I strive
Then I'll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive

I feel sick tonight
Sick

And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which I strive
Then I'll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive

I feel sick tonight
Something in my stomach ain't sitting right
But I've gotta [bad word] it, keep spitting tight
I've gotta [bad word] it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight

I feel sick tonight
Ring the bell, throw in the towel; I ain't fit to fight
I'm in [bad word]  I don't know how I can hit this height
I've gotta [bad word] it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight

They say Jesus died for somebody's sins but
God knows he didn't die for mine
Coz I'll stand accountable for my own [bad word] sins each and every time.

And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which I strive
Then I'll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive

I feel sick tonight
I feel sick tonight

And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which I strive
Then I'll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive

I feel sick tonight
Sick

Sick!