"All my friends are embryionic

All my friends are dead and gone

All my friends are microscopic

All my friends wake up alone

Girl germs lead to little virus

Revolution come and die

Elitists who eat the virus

Sleep with me, wake up alive 

You're gutless

You can try to suck me dry

But there's nothing left to suck

Just you try to hold me down

Come on, try to shut me up

Step and fetch, grease my hips

I don't even have to pause

I don't really miss God

But I sure miss Santa Clause

Gutless

You're gutless

Gutless

You're undressed"