Limp - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

You wanna make me sick

You wanna lick my wounds, don't you, baby?

You want the badge of honor when you save my hide

But you're the one in the way of the day of doom, baby

If you need my shame to reclaim your pride

And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists

I never did anything to you, man

But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies

So call me crazy, hold me down

Make me cry, get off now, baby

It won't be long 'til you'll be lying limp in your own hands

You feed the beast I have within me

You wave the red flag, baby, you make it run, run, run

Standing on the sidelines, wavin' and grinnin'

You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun

And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists

I never did anything to you, man

But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies

So call me crazy, hold me down

Make me cry, get off now, baby

It won't be long 'til you'll be lying limp in your own hands

And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists

I never did anything to you, man

But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies

So call me crazy, hold me down

Make me cry, get off now, baby

It won't be long 'til you'll be lying limp in your own hands