Why don't you come to my house?
Why don't you drag me right out?
Past all the shit that I said, I'm saying
Why don't you cut up my mouth?
And I don't care what you use
Just don't ask me to choose
I forced a field to allow you
That's not so easy to do
I said, I said what I said
I want you to help me
(Oh) Surrender, rend it, it's yours
Out in the open
We're wide open
(Oh) Surrender, rend it, it's yours
Locked in a body
In love with the process of...
Surrender, rend it, it's yours
Out in the open
We're wide open
Night light comes into my room
Some shade of bruise-colored blue
Moves through my mind like a chemical
Imbalance on schedule
My tasting face to the floor
Passive abject I'm sure
I lick my lips when I need it
Don't want to lick them no more
I said, I said what I said
I want you to help me
(Oh) Surrender, rend it, it's yours
Out in the open
We're wide open
(Oh) Surrender, rend it, it's yours
Locked in a body
In love with the process of...
Surrender, rend it, it's yours
Out in the open
We're wide open
(Surrender, rend it, it's yours)
(Yours, yours)
(Yours, yours)
My model love song
My love song
My love song
My model love song
My love song
My love song
My
Love
Song
Went
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
Rend It was written by Fugazi.
Rend It was produced by Ted Niceley & Fugazi.
Playing it live, Picciotto intoduced it simply as “a song about perversion”.