Limp

Apple Fiona

When The Pawn...

Limp

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