All my friends are embryionic
All my friends are dead and gone
All my friends are microscopic
All my friends wake up alone
Girl germs eat your little virus
Revolution come and die
Will you lead us into virus
Sleep with me, wake up alive
Gutless
You're gutless
You're gutless
You're gutless
You can try to s** me dry
But there's nothing left to s**
Just you try to hold me down
Come on, try to shut me up
Step and fetch, grease my hips
I don't even have to part
I don't really miss God
But I sure miss Santa Clause
Gutless
You're gutless
Gutless
Your untrust