Chicken Shit - Black Moth

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