We Still Have Legs
Postitioned so
We're given no
Limitations
Thus we're faced
Self-opposed ..
Of expectations
Something about the process
of bleeding blood ..
Making up a method
Holding on
Carry on
Crooked corpse
Carry on
Stupid cunts
We still have our arms
We still have our legs
We still have our hearts
We still have our brains
We still have our lust
To want more than we've got
We still have our doubts
That it all won't work out
We never knew what we were
Until we wanted to be such sad facts so says we lost our faith
We know the world is crooked
But we must make good
Carry on you crooked cunts
Carry on you crooked cunts
