You're coming down on me I'm staring right at you, right at you You're coming down on me I'm staring right at you Right at you The king is dead, aha He lays in front of you, in front of you The king is dead, aha He lays in front of you In front of you Two weeks later, I'm getting sick of you I'm getting sick of you Of you! Two weeks later, I'm getting sick of you I'm getting sick of you Of you! Your voice is clean, it makes me sweat Oh yeah, it makes me sweat Your skin is dry, it gives me shivers Oh yeah, those kind of shivers Mama don't like you Even papa dislikes you Just go away and leave me alone! Two weeks later, I'm getting sick of you I'm getting sick of you Of you! Yea, I'm getting sick of you