Culling Song

If this was a culling song I'd tailor it to just one person If this was a culling song He wouldn't make it to the second verse, and By now he'd be clutching his throat He'd be tearing his hair out and gasping for air By now he'd have fallen right off of his chair If this was a killer tune A poison spoonful of words and music If this was a deadly blend Of atmospherics and acoustics Could I carry the burden And never abuse it And always be certain To do the right thing? But it's still worth a try You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye But it's still worth a try You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye Goodbye If this was a culling song I'd tailor it to just one person If this was a culling song He wouldn't make it to the second verse, and By now he'd be clutching his throat He'd be tearing his hair out and gasping for air By now he'd have fallen right off of his chair But it's still worth a try You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye But it's still worth a try You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye Goodbye Not everyone is laughing Not everyone is laughing Because ugly rumours rule our world Don't ruin our promise Defy everyone and deny And good-bye