Tapeworm (Damn You, Feed Me Damn You)

A song I wrote based on one of my favorite books by Irvine Welsh.

Tapeworm (Damn You, Feed Me Damn You) 

Oh man i got a f*****g problem

and it just keeps getting worse

growing exponentially

after each and every course

 There's f**k-all that seems

to assuage 

this never ending urge

 

My consciousness tells me

I'm so f*****g doomed

that there's something dreadful

that's bound to happen soon

I'm not sure exactly 

just what the f**k it is 

but I'm sure I'd be remiss 

to admit it if I did

 

The games are starting to exact

their f*****g tax

and I'm gradually starting to accept

my sanity's collapse

 

(("Damn you feed me damn you

I have to consume

feeling a little sickly

you look like death's reheated stool

a few more pill chased pints

and some dodgy Denmark nights

you b*****d in disguise

filthy f*****g goon

it won't be long dear Bruce

before the devil collects his due" ))

 

I miss the wife and kids

(( it's too late for you to quit))

 

If she could see me now

((You think she'd not find out))

 

Just look what I've become

((I'm not full yet don't give up))

 

Edinburgh's finest

((Yeah finest piece of s**t))

(("Damn you feed me damn you

I have to consume

feeling a little sickly

you look like death's reheated stool

a few more pill chased pints

and some dodgy Denmark nights

you b*****d in disguise

filthy f*****g goon

it won't be long dear Bruce

before the devil collects his due" ))