I Got Cut

Oh, I got cut Yeah, sew me up I got cut But it's what I want Cut me up, cut me up Cut me up, yeah All these old men won't die too soon Flesh balloons still waving their arms around and Slipping over the sides Closing my eyes, making room Oh, for somebody else Oh, I got cut Yeah, sew me up I got cut Yeah, it's what I want Cut me up, cut me up Cut me up, yeah Family planning, free Chelsea Manning And all the kids crushed in canning from above And fade like vapors, you actual traitors To the ones you say you love Yeah, I got cut Yeah, sew me up I got cut Yeah, it's what I want I got cut Now sew me up I got cut Yeah, it's what I want You try to tie us up But we're free as fuck Try to tie us up But we're free, yeah