So How Goes The Good Fight

(This is a little song

A little song about trust)

Don't expect me to fight the good fight for you

And don't expect me to quote myself in quips

Not for you, not for you

So when exactly and precisely

Did I promise all the world to you?

And there in fact let's be exact

Who says that you're the one I'd give that to?

I'll take your legs

I'll take your arms

I'll take your breath in the night

Then give away myself to bloody strips

And Barbie doll eyes

Uh huh, okay

I hope you're proud of yourself

I hope you're proud of yourself

The mister citys so big you say he invents all the fire in you

Meanwhile I'm boiling alive

Over the flame that it has lit for you

So don't expect me to break this all down for you

And don't expect me to fight the good fight with you

I'll take your legs

I'll take your arms

I'll take your breath in the night

To give away myself in bloody strips

To Barbie doll me alive

The lips, the hips, the quips

Are Barbie doll eyes

Can't you see what you're doing to me?

Don't expect me

Don't expect me

Don't expect me

The pennies in my hand

The scissors on the bed for you

I've got a big surprise for you

The apple in my mouth for you

(I know you'll get what you deserve)

And all these dirty hands

That built the ugly things for you

They trigger, jerk, and turn on you

And slide around the neck for you

For you I know you'll get what you deserve

I know you'll get what you deserve

I know you'll get what you deserve