Have It Hard

Bitch... Bitch... Bitch... Bitch...
Bitch... Bitch... Bitch... -

Well, I have never been so intricated and so grand in this caravan
In which I completely and ambiguously have you on hold, have you for my own
Though I'd mind to steal from you all of your pretty liberty, could it ever be
I would endlessly just chill and be glad of your misery, immitigably?

Why don't you
Get your mind on your very own behalf
To your best behavior, on your best occasion
To let your sight open, let your mind open
Let your soul open, and never close them again?

Have it hard, have it down deep
Have it in, into your sleeve...
Get it hard, get it down deep
Get it out, outta your sleeve...

But as I am spending all my hours, just like your money, to your gravity
Falling in the virtues of your hypersensibility, coming to my knees
And pray for all souls to keep, while drawning into your design, 'til you get resigned
By the infamous, imperious striding of an only spell meant to be compelled...

Why don't you
Have your world at your filthy hands, so that
We can all obey to your commandments?
But if isn't odd, get the drill, and then
Split your legs open, split your brain open
Split your thing open... Did you get all it?
And if it's not obvious, get a grip, to then
Rip your heart open, rip your lungs open
Rip your eyes open, rip your ass open...

And get me hard, bitch...
Get me hard, now, bitch...
Keep me hard, bitch...
Keep me hard, now, bitch...
Have it hard, bitch...
Have it hard, now, bitch...
Feel it hard, bitch...
Feel it hard, now, bitch...