Sittin', sippin' sorrow
It's gone straight to my head
I say the pain shall come and it shall go
A friend once saidYou ain't livin' for no God, no
You be livin' for the dollar sign
I say a frown upon your makers face
You shall findSo, ooh, so much wrong
You have tried, oh, yeah
I waited far
Ooh, far too long, yeahTalking about your evil ways
And the pen that wrote this song
I'm talking about your evil ways
And the pen that wrote this songWanting to know nothing
Living through a child's eyes
A smile comes upon your face
As I break and cryIf nothing seems to matter
In the end what are you doin' it for
To see the trail of twisted broken souls
Across the floorSo, ooh, so much wrong, yeah
You've done tried, oh, yeah
I waited far
Lord, I waited far too long
(Yeah)Talking about your evil ways
And the pen that wrote this song
I'm talking about your evil ways
And the pen that wrote this songOoh, so much wrong, child
You done tried, oh, yeah
I waited far
Lord, I waited far too long, yeahTalking about your evil ways
And the pen that wrote this song
I'm talking about your evil ways
And the pen that wrote this song, yeahTalking about your evil ways
And the pen that wrote this song
I'm talking about your evil ways
And the pen that wrote this song, oh yeah
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