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 feed your 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 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 pause I don't really miss God But I sure miss Santa Claus 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
