Naked Lunch Lyrics
| Song | Naked Lunch |
| Artist | Showbread |
| Album | Age Of Reptiles |
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| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
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