Feel myself getting ill by your generosity We fight we scream you pack up can't get away from me You call it torture I call it unconditional love You never leave me I treat you just like shit 



"It's just you," she said, "I'm so frightened by the things that you do" Invisible she said, "it's the only thing that I'm good for" 



And on my soul you bled with welfare dollars fed You lay around naked you yelled and screamed for more woke up this morning got right out of bed same thing as yesterday get drunk get high and act real dead 



"It's just you," she said, "I'm so frightened by the things that you do" Invisible she said, "it's the only thing that I'm good for" 



Shot gun plastered to my hand I'm blasting through the front door Fill you full of lead so cool, Dying in the street man we got good seats to this sick town runaround hit you when you're looking down