You wanna make me sick,
You wanna lick my wounds,
Don't you, baby?
You want the badge of honour 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 till you'll be
Lying limp in your own hand
You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby, you make it run, run, run,
Standing on the sidelines waving and grinning
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 till you'll be
Lying limp in your own hand
