Limp

<br>You wanna make me sick;<br>You wanna lick my wounds,<br>Don`t you, baby?<br>You want the badge of honour when you save my hide<br>But you`re the one in the way<br>Of the day of doom, baby<br>If you need my shame to reclaim your pride<br>And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists<br>I never did anything to you, man<br>But no matter what I try<br>You`ll beat me with your bitter lies<br>So call me crazy, hold me down<br>Make me cry; get off now, baby-<br>It won`t be long till you`ll be <br>Lying limp in your own hand<br>You feed the beast I have within me<br>You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run<br>Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning<br>You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun<br>And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists<br>I never did anything to you, man<br>But no matter what I try<br>You`ll beat me with your bitter lies<br>So call me crazy, hold me down<br>Make me cry; get off now, baby-<br>It won`t be long till you`ll be<br>Lying limp in your own hand