Chicken Shit

You touch wood I touch stone
You touch flesh I touch bone
I don’t think you even dare
To pick up the phone
Festering, waiting for love
To fall through your door
Chicken shit die alone down
On the bathroom floor

As the fear
Flickered in her eyes
Your ego swelled
You had your pride

You touch wood I touch stone
You touch flesh I touch bone
I don’t think you’re simple enough
To be a saint
Festering, waiting for love
To fall through your door
Chicken shit die alone fall
On the bathroom floor

Who does she
Think she is
One minute yours
And the next she’s his
As her pulse

Begins to rise
Her spirit calls
You have your prize

You touch wood I touch stone
You touch flesh I touch bone
I don’t think you even dare
To pick up the phone
Festering, waiting for love
To fall through your door
Chicken shit die alone fall
On the bathroom floor

You chicken shit
They’re all laughing at you
You pussy bitch
They’re all laughing at you
Ha ha ha ha
They’re all laughing at you
Ha ha ha ha
They’re all laughing at you
Chicken shit