C.N.T. by The Royal They Lyrics

[Verse 1]
How far is your fat-fingered reach?
Low enough to catch a kitten's teeth?
What do you have between your checkered cheeks
That doesn't taste like pig's feet?
How do I pardon your perverted breach?
Am I a person or a piece of meat?
The only legacy you stand to leave
Is what you have left when you take your goddamn hands off me

[Verse 2]
How long is your sniveling beak?
Long enough to bag a bully's cheat?
Nothing you say can save your sick deceit
From what your freedom means now
You chose to be the feral servant of an evil dream
And may the future lay it at your feet
Where there is nothing left of you to teach
But that you fucked the world, but you did not fuck me

[Chorus]
The great fall, the big fight
The sting of a self-inflicted bite
That festers, unsolved
With the vitriol of the unevolved
There's no counter, no cure
No way to make the world work
You may scream, you may shout
You're still rotting from the inside out
[Chorus]
The great fall, the big fight
The sting of a self-inflicted bite
That festers, unsolved
With the vitriol of the unevolved
There's no counter, no cure
No way to make the world work
You may scream, you may shout
You're still rotting from the inside out

[Outro]
And I'm not waiting, not waiting
Not waiting to see
And I'm not waiting, not waiting
Not waiting to see
And I'm not waiting, not waiting
Not waiting to see
And I'm not waiting
I know you'll try to fuck the world
But you will not fuck me