Guts
Stronghold down at Warsaw
You come around, you come around, you come after me
And sweat cold tenfold and you come around, after me
I know you're alive, throw me into the fire
Man I should have known, I should have known
God damn you're alive, threw me into the fire
Man I should have known, I should have known
But I, I, I
My body's full of guts and other stuff
I, I, I
My body's full enough
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
Sat, swore with a pitchfork,
Got me spun around, spun around, spun on the spit
And move quick, why pick from your mix
You wash it down, you wash it down and see how it sits
I know you're alive, throw me into the fire
Man I should have known, I should have known
God damn you're alive, threw me into the fire
Man I should have known, I should have known
But I, I, I, My body's full of guts and other stuff
I, I, I, My body's full enough
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
You, let the bottom drop out, it's such a copout
You led me to the slaughter, but I'm someone's daughter
You let the bottom drop out, it's such a copout don't you feel ashamed?
You led me to the slaughter, but I'm someone's daughter, I'm someone's daughter
You let the bottom drop out, it's such a copout don't you feel ashamed?
You led me to the slaughter, but I'm someone's daughter
My body's full of guts and other stuff
My body's full enough
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
You come around, you come around, you come after me
And sweat cold tenfold and you come around, after me
I know you're alive, throw me into the fire
Man I should have known, I should have known
God damn you're alive, threw me into the fire
Man I should have known, I should have known
But I, I, I
My body's full of guts and other stuff
I, I, I
My body's full enough
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
Sat, swore with a pitchfork,
Got me spun around, spun around, spun on the spit
And move quick, why pick from your mix
You wash it down, you wash it down and see how it sits
I know you're alive, throw me into the fire
Man I should have known, I should have known
God damn you're alive, threw me into the fire
Man I should have known, I should have known
But I, I, I, My body's full of guts and other stuff
I, I, I, My body's full enough
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
You, let the bottom drop out, it's such a copout
You led me to the slaughter, but I'm someone's daughter
You let the bottom drop out, it's such a copout don't you feel ashamed?
You led me to the slaughter, but I'm someone's daughter, I'm someone's daughter
You let the bottom drop out, it's such a copout don't you feel ashamed?
You led me to the slaughter, but I'm someone's daughter
My body's full of guts and other stuff
My body's full enough
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
To pull myself out, to pull myself out
Credits
Writer(s): Alexandra Winston, Charles Hugall
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