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

And 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 play 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, I know you make me

Sick, sick, sick, I get sicker every day, yeah!

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, I know you make me

Sick, sick, sick, I get sicker every day, yeah!

You make me, you make me

Oh so sick, oh so sick

You make me, yeah, I 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, I know you make me

Sick, sick, sick, I get sicker every day

Sick, sick, sick, I get sicker every day