You Make Me Die - Billy Childish & the Singing Loins, Billy Childish, The Singing Loins

Well there’s a feeling in this world

That causes unrest

Your ambition and success

Is what i detest

I try to be true

I’m trying my best

I’m not seduced by your cheap love

Hatreds and mess

You make me die

I heard all you gotta say

I heard it in school

About your soft-soap sex

And your sickly drawl

But you only care for yourself

Just like all the rest

You love you filthy god

And think you’re the best

You make me die

TVs, videos, money and vice

Get you crawling on the floor

Like a suckin lice

You’ll swallow seed

Before you take advice

Well someone should of told you girl

That ain’t very nice

You make me die