Nervous Gender - People like you

Song from "Music from hell" Subterranean Records '81
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Lyrics from nervousgender.com with little edits did by me:

People like you make me sick
So Goddamned perfect I grieve and rather not eat
Trapped in the foulness of my wrenched little pen
Sick passes suicidal, wondering if there'll be no end
(press on your eyes and pretend)

'Cause all I ever get out of love
is bumps from beating my head against the wall
Scars from carving designs on my arms
Terminal schizophrenia, wanting to rip off my skin
(people like you make me grim)

People like you, people like you

People like you shouldn't even be allowed in public places
It's worse than a riot the random violence of your presence
To top it all off you come up to me and talk of sweet things
You're worse than degenerate, feeding off of other people's grief
(people like you make me sick)

'Cause all I ever get out of love
is bumps from beating my head against the wall
Scars from carving designs on my arms
Terminal schizophrenia, wanting to rip off my skin
(people like you make me grim)

People like you, people like you

Hey listen I'm more than a fool, you don't even have to buy me presents
We don't have to kiss, you don't even have to mention filthy sweet things
I'll pay for your drugs, hey I'll even buy you a sex-date
But please keep me near you

cause people like you make me sick.