Butcher the Song - Cursive
Theres a time and a place this is neither the time nor the place
Where do I fit in in this jigsaw of a relationship
Why should I play the fall guy to your love
I keep getting snubbed what dumb luck what dumb luck
So rub it in in your dumb lyrics
Yeah thats the time and place to wring out your b******t
And each album Ill get sh*t on a little more whos tims latest whore
Now thats not fair - no thats just obscene
Ill stop speaking for you if you stop speaking for me
Im writing songs to entertian
But these people they just want pain
They want to hear my deepest sins
The songs from the ugly organ
And what comes out is a horrible mess
Songs I cant forget
Whats been said and this guilt I cant shed
It still rings in my ears - oh get out
The butchers knife
Ive been screaming for years
But it gets me nowhere
Just get out the butchers knife
That organs playing my song
But this songs gone on too long
What a day to sever such ugly extremities
What a lovely day says the butcher
As he raises his arm
