All my friends are embryonic

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

Elitists who eat the virus

Sleep with me, wake up alive



Gutless...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 up



Step and fetch, grease my hips

I don't even have to pause

I don't really miss God

But I sure miss Santa Claus



Gutless...you're gutless

Gutless...you're gutless



I 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