Naked Lunch - Showbread

Naked Lunch - Showbread
I want to throw up
But for now I hold back
I can't express just how
I'm feeling it's true
You want to grow up
But there's a problem with that
There's no where to go for
Someone who's as stunted as you
It's true that I'm disgusted
With myself as well
My tongue can not be tamed
It's on a fire straight from hell
I eat the dirt you kick up
And flaw the chord that resonates
A gentle word
I can not find a way to enunciate
You make me
You make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me
Yeah you know you make me
Sick sick sick I get sicker every day
Still your voice
Pump your stomach
Set the garbage free
Oh I know you don't get drunk
You just drink socially
Your reasons are all invalids
They can't stand up
And when you talk
I hear the brain cells die
So keep your mouth shut
I didn't wake up
To find myself as a bug
I've been one for much
Longer than I care to recall
I'm not a junkie lost
In interzone or under the rug
I just eat the bug powder
Then I climb up the wall
You make me
You make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me
Yeah you know you make me
Sick sick sick I get sicker every day
You make me
You make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me
Yeah you know you make me
Sick sick sick sick
Sick sick sick sick
You make me
You make me oh so sick
Oh so sick
You make me
Yeah you know you make me
Sick sick sick I get sicker every day
Sick sick sick I get sicker every day