Cripple Punk

I've been licking my wounds
I've been bathing in bleach
Now I'm scrubbing my skin
But I can't seem to get clean

'Cause my body is a gutter
For a daydreams suicide
Where prayers turn to junkies
And wishes pray to die

And in my crippled cage
I rage, I moan, and I whine
'Cause I have cats and dogs
That claw and paw at my insides

I'm a sick woman with a dream
Sucking on the teat of that vow
They said if I gave my everything
It'd come back to me
But now it's curdled and sour, yes it is
Now it's curdled and sour

Try to tell you a joke
It gets stuck in my throat
And suddenly I'm wheezing,
Ahh, Funny Man, Fate Man - I see you
You really like to snip at my strings
Cut me open when you get into a bad mood
But keep me hoping that someday I'll be free

Never, never, never
Will you just let me be
And so I writhe, and cry, and weep

'Cause my body is a gutter
For a daydreams suicide
And maybe, maybe mine

And in my crippled corset
My wounds come back again
'Cause I have cats and dogs
That claw and paw at my skin

I'm a sick woman with a dream
Sucking on the teat of that vow
They said if I gave my everything
It'd come back to me
But now it's curdled and sour, yes it is
Now it's curdled and sour, oh
Now it's curdled and sour
Now it's curdled and sour

I've been licking my wounds
I've been bathing in bleach
Now I'm scrubbing my skin
But I can't seem to get clean