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