Song For The Sick - Graham Coxon

Didn’t take you long boy to stop from being a friend

I hope you hear this song boy 'cos I want your life to end

And as I lie awake now crying and bereaving

I guess you’re happy somehow 'cos you made me stop believing

Die Taylor, die, you ain’t no friend of mine

You’re a scum-sucking shitty guy, so die Taylor, die

You stabbed me in the back, you’re lower than a snake

Your brains are in your sac, you two faced fucking fake

You haven’t even tried to tell me how it feels

I guess that’s just your style to you it ain’t no big deal

Die Taylor, die, you ain’t no friend of mine

You’re a scum-sucking shitty guy, so die Taylor, die

Did you ever think you’d get away with it

Your attitude just stinks, you cowardly little shit

Consider this a spell and watch where you tread

And I’ll see you in hell, I’ll be laughing cause you’re dead

Die Taylor, die, you ain’t no friend of mine

You’re a scum-sucking shitty guy, so die Taylor, die

Die Taylor, die, you ain’t no friend of mine

You’re a scum-sucking shitty guy, so die Taylor, die