Gutless

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 lead to 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 s*ck me dry But there's nothing left to s*ck 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 Clause Gutless You're gutless Gutless You're gutless Gutless You're gutless Gutless You're undressed You're gutless You're gutless You're gutless You're undressed