So, How Goes The Good Fight?

this is a little song
a little song about trust
don't expect me
to fight the good fight
for you
don't expect me
to quote myself in quips
not for you, not for you
so, when exactly and precisely
did i promise all the world to you?
when there in fact (let's be exact)
who says that you're the one I give it to?
i'll take your arms
i'll take your legs
i'll take your voice in the night
to give away myself in bloody strips
and barbie doll eyes
uh huh, okay
i hope you're proud of yourself
i hope you're proud of yourself
"and, oh, the city's too big"
you say as if it's all a part of you
meanwhile I'm burning alive
under the flame that it has lit for you
so, don't expect me
to write this all down
for you
and don't expect me
to fight the good fight
for you
i'll take your arms
i'll take your legs
i'll take your breath in the night
to give away myself in bloody strips
and barbie doll eyes
the lips,
the hips,
eclipsed
by the barbie doll hands
the lips,
the hips,
eclipsed
by the barbie doll eyes
can't you see what you're doing to me?
don't expect me
don't expect me
don't expect me
the pen is in my hand
the scissors on the bed
for you
i've got a big surprise
for you
the apple in my mouth
for you
i know you'll get what you deserve
when all these dirty hands
they built the ugly things
for you
they tricked and took a turn
on you
and slide around the bend
for you
for you
i know you'll get what you deserve
i know you'll get what you deserve