My name is Henry Cay, I can't tell my age
I've always been this way. I'm called a demon and a sage.
I dwell near the clouds. Here I will be bound.
People cry and pray. Wishing I didnt' live this way.
Seems everywhere I've been, there's been some kind of sin.
I remember Papa's smile, held in place by alcohol,
and in the evening, he'd go on trial.
He'd condemn himself, and he'd fall.
Seems everywhere he's been, there's been some kind of sin.
Why you gonna hate on me?
Why you gonna hate on me?