Limp Lyrics - When The Pawn Hits - Fiona Apple

You wanna make me sick; 

You wanna lick my wounds, 

Don't you, baby? 

You want the badge of honour 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 

Lying limp in your own hand 

You feed the beast I have within me 

You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run 

Standing on the sidelines, waving 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 

Lying limp in your own hand 

[instrumental interlude] 

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 

Lying limp in your own hand.