Hello, sub pop
Theres a feeling in the world
That causes the rest
Youre ambition and success
Is what I detest
Im trying to be true
Im trying my best
Im 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 sex
And your sickly drool
You only kept yourself
Like all the rest
You love your filthy god
You think youre 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
Thats all Ill say
Before you take advice
What someone would have told you child
It aint very nice
You make me die, now
You make me die, now
You make me die, die, die