The Cutter

Who's on the seventh floor
Brewing alternatives
What's in the bottom drawer
Waiting for things to give.

Spare us the cutter
Spare us the cutter
Couldn't cut the mustard.

Conquering myself
Until I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another drop in the ocean.

Come to the free for all
With cellotpe and knives
Some of them six feet tall
We will escape our lives.

Spare us the cutter
Spare us the cutter
Couldn't cut the mustard.

Conquering myself
Until I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another drop in the ocean.

Am I the happy loss
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost
Am I the worthy cross
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off.

Conquering myself
Until I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another drop in the ocean
Ocean.

Watch the fingers close
When the hands are cold.

Am I the happy loss
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost
Am I the worthy cross
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off.

Am I the happy loss
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off.