Hello, Sub Pop

There's a feeling in the world

That causes the rest

You're ambition and success

Is what I detest

I'm trying to be [bad word] 
I'm trying my best

I'm not seduced by your cheap love

Or your patrons of mesh

You make me die, now

You make me die, now

I heard all you got to say

I heard in school

About your soft soled 

And your sickly drool

You only kept yourself

Like all the rest

You love your filthy god

You think you're the best

You make me die, now

You make me die, now

You make me die, die

TVs, baby

Like money and ice

Get you crawling on the floor

Like sucking lice

That's all I'll say

Before you take advice

What someone would have told you child

It ain't very nice

You make me die, now

You make me die, now

You make me die, die, die