作曲 : Patrick Porter/Mike Jensen/Matt Davis/Ivory Mobley/Josh Giddens/Josh Porter 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 It's true that I’m disgusted with myself as well My tongue cannot be tamed, it’s on a fire straight from hell I eat the dirt you kick up, and flaw the chord that resonates A gentle word I cannot 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 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 inter zone or under a 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, 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, 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
作曲 : Patrick Porter/Mike Jensen/Matt Davis/Ivory Mobley/Josh Giddens/Josh Porter 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 It's true that I’m disgusted with myself as well My tongue cannot be tamed, it’s on a fire straight from hell I eat the dirt you kick up, and flaw the chord that resonates A gentle word I cannot 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 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 inter zone or under a 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, 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, 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
