Lyrics:
has been a sick year Thank God for life Ko easy walahi Awon kan ti ku Some niggas fighting for their lives on a sickbed But you right here with your big
to be loosened But we commit ourselves To sickbeds Of shattered glass We only want shelter A bright spot In an aching field Only and embrace Only trust
Hold my candle I'm a shaky flame Darling, I know you'll love me just the same Blue and red I'm burning in my new sickbed Do you like the tune that's
got sick...bed ridden Months later, burried Mom but I remember momma said…. Son...work hard for what you want Be contented with what you have It's
the sickbed Everybody’s clawing the dirty mattress Just wait a bit You’ll get used to it Get to know your impotence Some will dance a rain dance To drive away
should cll love decomposes cnne said she heard a drowsy drummer cnd that you knew something about it Oh floral linen sickbed I can't get you out of my
sickbed If you don't pay your taxes I'll cleverly hide your accounts For once in my life I'm more than certain it's right Cause life's not been so hard
in the sky, out of the atmosphere, to the space station Out in space floating in sickbeds, like, we are their patients The day's daylight, the night's
in the land For You do not give him up To the will of his enemies The LORD sustains him on his sickbed In his illness, You restore him to health As for
blessed in the land For You do not give him up To the will of his enemies The LORD sustains him on his sickbed In his illness, You restore him to health
are dying everyday where we gonna go to???? Better na for drink garri Than for dey for sick bed oooo! Man gho run away from neighbor Because e no want
What mysteries flow through these white folk's blood? What secrets do they hide within? What sickbed words pass across their lips? And what
you in a panic because I prefer to sit on fences Spit-kissing on my sickbed I'm not searching for replacements But we are like broken instruments
that You can never go back Siphyletic sick-bed Schizophrenic hothead You hothead I'm standing at your door Cuz I'm your keeper While you play the victim
Lying in the sickbed waiting to go Fill me with morphine and Demerol Swa of the cast off, just lye in the shade Closer to Christ now Kneeling down
No hope No faith No resting place From childhood schemes on strangers’ floors To sickbeds, cells And foreign shores (We push on) Homeless Heartless
Northwards and netherwards Where towered a dreary palace She, the ruler of misty Hell ere waiting for you in the hall of death Hoarfrosted sick-bed
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