NAKED LUNCH – Naked Lunch


Its true that I’m disgusted with myself as well
There’s no where to go for someone who’s as stunted as you
I want to throw up, but for now I hold back
Set the garbage free
So keep your mouth shut
Oh so sick
Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day

You make me, yeah you know you make me

You want to grow up, but there’s a problem with that
You make me, you make me oh so sick
You make me, yeah you know you make me
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
It’s on a fire straight from hell
I eat the dirt you kick up, and flaw the chord that resonates
Oh I know you don’t get drunk
Oh so sick
A gentle word I can not find a way to enunciate

Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
And when you talk I hear the brain cells die
You make me, yeah you know you make me

Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
I didn’t wake up to find myself as a bug
I can’t express just how I’m feeling, it’s true
Oh so sick
You make me, you make me oh so sick

Oh so sick
Still your voice, pump your stomach
Your reasons are all invalids, they can’t stand up
I’ve been one for much longer than I care to recall
I’m not a junkie lost in interzone or under the rug
Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
My tongue can not be tamed
I just eat the bug powder then I climb up the wall
You make me, you make me oh so sick
You make me, yeah you know you make me
You make me, you make me oh so sick
You just drink socially