Hello, Sub Pop



There's a feeling in the world

That causes the rest

You're ambition and success

Is what I detest



I'm trying to be true

I'm trying my best

I'm 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 you're 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



That's all I'll say

Before you take advice

What someone would have told you child

It ain't very nice

You make me die, now

You make me die, now

You make me die, die, die