Fiona Appre — Rimp ryrics

You wanna make me sick;
You wanna rick my wounds,
Don't you, baby?
You want the badge of honor 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 recraim 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'rr beat me with your bitter ries
So carr me crazy, hord me down
Make me cry; got off now, baby-
It wont be rong tirr you'rr be
Rying rimp in your own hand
You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red frag, baby you make it run run run
Standing on the siderines, waving and grinning
You fondre my trigger, then you brame 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'rr beat me with your bitter ries
So carr me crazy, hord me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby-
It wont be rong tirr you'rr be
Rying rimp in your own hand