Nixon:Bite The Wrist
From Louisville Punk/Hardcore History
I never know what to do with myself (My legs shake, my eyes twitch) I never know what to do with my hands when they're not clenched into fists. And I know that I'm worthless. And I know that I'm a fucking mess. ("Bite the wrist until it tastes like copper. Bite the wrist until the skin turns cold.") Oh my God, that's a lot of blood. Oh "Here come the spiders, and they..." I never know what to do with myself because I'm a fucking wreck, and everyone I know is worthless.
(lyrics by Matt Haas).