Lyrics:
on we go, through these murky water bodies
Little known, little shown, just a distant call of sound
Oh limp wristed god, limp wristed god
Don't you
release
In Limp wristed revolution
Found hope in destitution
And in their confusion they find
Their final solution
Inside, their envy smiles
Aroused, they
'Cause I always straighten my tie and comb my hair
I know your brother thinks that
I'm a limp wristed wimp from the other side of town
I know he's got
'Cause I always straighten my tie and comb my hair
I know your brother thinks that
I'm a limp wristed wimp from the other side of town
I know he's got
intention
We know your limp is wristed
With ten exploring fingers
In a sea of boiling water
Pray the story doesn't linger
Keep yourself together
Nobody should
fat cat frank got a heart of gold
He's got a head of lead, he's young but he acts old
That limp wristed two-fisted diplomat
Better draw a map, to see
There's water in the ocean
As far as I can tell
That's the best place for it
I'm living in hell
Limp-wristed
Switchblade missed it
A fire
Limp-wristed ham-fisted resistance to manly persistence
You called me up
Said you wanna feel me out
I called your bluff
Took away the last of your doubt
You
how.
He's seven years old, and he's dying of old age.
And I don't give a fuck about any of you limp wristed funny boys
But I'm useless.
But I'm
boy's a wimp and limp-wristed (I'm a wimp)
If it were '66, be locked up in jail just like a pig
Milligram scales are much too big
For weighing out all
vanity, soul seeking, and scrambling frantically
Limp wristed, dick twitching at the end of a line
Tangled in spit, crip cobbled with topography
Dimes
It
And I'm trying to feel the same
Not the person i became
This limp wristed society
Will never get the best of me
Will never get the best of me
I just wanna
Making a movie on my brand new cam
Went into a shop to have a look around
Was a waste of time there was nothing to be found
Limp wristed boy was giving me
You prawn, king of the shrimps
Funny style, limp wristed son of a bitch
This nigga put fingers on this trigger
One or two pulls, this nigga is
how.
He's seven years old, and he's dying of old age.
And I don't give a fuck about any of you limp wristed funny boys
But I'm useless.
But I'm
beautiful crack
Since my head is now my belly, I need big brain snacks
Welcome to my odd-ass city with the lopsided loaves
The limp wristed winded sex
have a massive yellow streak
A soldier has strength, but they are bent, limp wristed and weak
Pathetic little mummy's boys, there was nothing they wanted
about a Romulan dude
He's just a limp wristed Vulcan
With a bad attitude
And they're sly and they be telling lies
A shout out to Martok who lost an eye
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