I want to throw up, but for now I hold back 
I can’t express just how I’m feeling, its [bad word] 
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 
Its [bad word] that I’m disgusted with myself as well 
My tongue can not be tamed 
It’s on a fire straight from [bad word] 
I eat the dirt you kick up, and flaw the chord that resonates 
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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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, 

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