You wanna make me sick
You wanna lick my wounds, don't you, baby?
You want the badge of honor when you save my hide
But you're the one in the way of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry
Get off now, baby
It won't be long
Till you'll be lyin' limp in your own hands
You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby
You make it run, run, run
Standin' on the sidelines wavin' and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry
Get off now, baby
It won't be long
Till you'll be lyin' limp in your own hands
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry
Get off now, baby
It won't be long
Till you'll be lyin' limp in your own hands
You wanna lick my wounds, don't you, baby?
You want the badge of honor when you save my hide
But you're the one in the way of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry
Get off now, baby
It won't be long
Till you'll be lyin' limp in your own hands
You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby
You make it run, run, run
Standin' on the sidelines wavin' and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry
Get off now, baby
It won't be long
Till you'll be lyin' limp in your own hands
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry
Get off now, baby
It won't be long
Till you'll be lyin' limp in your own hands
Lyrics submitted by SNYder
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I was in a relationship where I was mentally and sexually abused. When i finally got the courage to leave him, I left a copy of this song in his car with a note: "I hope you're lying limp in your own hands tonight!"
This is my favorite Fiona song ever, and is one of my favorites in my life. Now, several years after having listened to it for the first time and being a very important song for me, I can say that my current situation fits so well in this song. I never thought I could relate to it the way I do it now. I too, was mentally and somehow sexually abused and I am able to understand Fiona's lyrics in a way I never thought could be possible, but every single word, in every single line, describes so perfectly what I was going through and the chorus is exactly how I feel right now. <br /> <br /> The line "You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun" is one of the most relevant because at the end he pushed me to do things against him I wish I have avoided, and now I know he is lyin' limp in his own hands.<br /> <br />