Guts

I'm partial to a bite

I'm a parasite, prodigy

Much to my delight, at first they laugh, and now they copy me

Come and quench my thirst

Boy, I'm here to milk it, honestly

I drink it in and spit it in the face of their misogyny

I'm well-versed

I'm saying that with modesty, modestly, I'm going places

Promise, not a prophecy

Such idioms on idiots were wasted

And historically, they've never broke an artist

Just their fucking hearts, atrocity

Got offered the apple and I bit it

If you wanna see me, boy, you better buy a ticket

Fortune favours the wicked

Got a villain complex?

Bold of you to assume it

I'll see you, boy, again

I'll see you, boy, again

I'll see you, boy, again

Until then, I'll wear your guts for garters

I'll chew you up, of you, I'll make a martyr

I'll see you, boy, again

I'm partial to a leash

I'm a leech that's not done leeching

Cut the collar on my ties, and so I sunk my bitter teeth in

A Strummer and a Sioux lovechild is not a child that you're breeding

But I birthed the bastard anyway

It's kicking and it's screaming

It's kicking and it's screaming

Kicking, kicking, kicking, kicking, screaming

I'll see you, boy, again

I'll see you, boy, again

I'll see you, boy, again

Until then, I'll wear your guts for garters

I'll chew you up, of you, I'll make a martyr

I'll see you, boy, again

I descended into ashes and baptized myself in dust

A bird amongst your hands was worth at least two in the bush

I wept with those who wept the loudest

Wailing bitter cries

Oh boy, I'm stiff-necked and I'm stubborn

Once bitten and twice shy

I threw caution to the wind

Knowing which way it was blowing

A stitch in time, it might save nine

Stitches not worth sewing

They never played with a full deck when planning such a ploy

So off I tore my sackcloth

And bathed in fucking joy (Ow!)

Bathed in fucking joy!