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
Will you lead us into 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 part
I don't really miss God
But I sure miss Santa Claus
Gutless
You're gutless
Gutless
Your gutless
Gutless
You're gutless
Gutless
You're untrust
You're gutless
You're gutless
You're gutless
You're untrust

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Writer(s): Courtney M. Love, Eric T Erlandson