I want to throw up, but for now I hold back 
I can’t express just how I’m feeling, its 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 
Its true that I’m disgusted with myself as well 
My tongue can not be tamed 
It’s on a fire straight from hell 
I eat the dirt you kick up, and flay the chord that resonates 
A 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 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 interzone or under the rug 
I just eat the bug powder then I climb up the wall