Song Lyric of the Week

  

Hole,  “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 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 really miss God

I don’t really miss GOD

But I SURE MISS SANTA CLAUS


Gutless
You’re Gutless
You’re Gutless