Limp
You wanna make me sickYou wanna lick my wounds, don't you, baby?You want the badge of honor when you save my hideBut you're the one in the way of the day of doom, babyIf you need my shame to reclaim your pride
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fistsI never did anything to you, manBut no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter liesSo call me crazy, hold me down, make me cryGet off now, babyIt won't be longTill you'll be lyin' limp in your own hands
You feed the beast I have within meYou wave the red flag, babyYou make it run, run, runStandin' on the sidelines wavin' and grinningYou fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fistsI never did anything to you, manBut no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter liesSo call me crazy, hold me down, make me cryGet off now, babyIt won't be longTill you'll be lyin' limp in your own hands
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fistsI never did anything to you, manBut no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter liesSo call me crazy, hold me down, make me cryGet off now, babyIt won't be longTill you'll be lyin' limp in your own hands