Don’t expect me to fight the good fight for you,
And don’t expect me to quote myself in quips, not for you
So when exactly and precisely did I promise all the world to you
And there in fact let’s be exact, who says that you’re the one I’d give it to

I’ll take your legs I’ll take your arms I’ll take your breath in the night,
Then give away myself to bloody strips and Barbie doll eyes
All right, okay, I hope you’re proud of yourself

The mister city’s so big you say he invents all the fire in you,
Meanwhile I’m burning alive over the flame that was lit for you
So don’t expect me to break this all down for you
And don’t expect me to fight the good fight for you

I’ll take your legs I’ll take your arms I’ll take your breath in the night,
Then give away myself to bloody strips and Barbie doll eyes

The pennies in my hand the scissors on the bed for you,
I got a big surprise for you the apple in my mouth for you
Oh no I know you’ll get what you deserve
And all these dirty hands that built the ugly things for you
They trigger, jerk and turn on you
And slide around the neck for you
Oh I know you’ll get what you deserve
I know you’ll get what you deserve


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