All my friends are embryonic
All my friends are dead and gone
All my friends are microscopic
All my friends wake up aloneGirl germs eat your little virus
Revolution come and die
Elitists who eat the virus
Sleep with me, wake up aliveGutless... you're gutless
You're gutless... you're gutless
You can try to suck me dry
But there's nothing left to suck
Just you try to hold me down
Come on, try to shut me upStep and fetch, grease my hips
I don't even have to pause
I don't really miss God
But I sure miss Santa ClausGutless... you're gutless
Gutless... you're gutlessI want to drink the honey blood
I want to drink the honey blood
Gutless... you're gutless
Gutless... you're undressed
You're gutless... you're gutless
You're gutless... you're undressed
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