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 eat your 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 Claus
  
  Gutless...you're gutless
  Gutless...you're gutless
  
  I want to drink the honey blood
  I want to drink the honey blood
  
  Gutless...you're gutless
  Gutless...you're undressed
  You're gutless...you're gutless
  You're gutless...you're undressed