All my friends are embryonic   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      Gutless   You're gutless   You're gutless   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 gutless      Gutless   You're gutless   Gutless   You're undressed      You're gutless   You're gutless   You're gutless   You're undressed