The Stereosexuals - Cut/Clap lyrics
[The Stereosexuals - Cut/Clap lyrics]
Slackjaw bitch with a jigsaw at her throat
A nice attempt at the bourgeois, tell ‘em
Some born sick with a rich doll’s attitude
A trite contempt as if you know, tell ‘em
Panic sex and a static wreck
I’m sticking out my neck, I got gallow talent
Tragic sense of entitlement with a dead-end
Cul-de-sac of shallow merit
Who’s got your back with a knife? I might
Who’s the one who wrecked
Your life this time? Well I’m willing to try
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
Hacksaw swings at a big-shot animal
A white contempt for the truths I tell ‘em
I might wink at a nudge and will it well
And wonder who the lie was
Meant for tell ‘em!
Spike this drink with anthrax enema
Politeness wins over honest terror
Slice at link for an impact maximum!
Buy your bread from an honest seller
Fighting to win over punching bags
Garbage cans who watch
Their waste-lines can’t go nowhere fast
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
Blacktop wings: That’s a concrete answer to
Your weightlessness Icarus says tell ‘em
That one thinks is an unsweet treat
I think you’re hopeless
But we disagree I tell ‘em
Shattered specs while you hit the deck
You better protect where your
Eyeballs well up
Blue blood, black bile, lips to lick
I’m bringing down heaven just to
Bring your hell up
Kites that fly more in the frozen rain: Might
They find holes in their broken wings
While worship sings war ships sinks
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
A nice attempt at the bourgeois, tell ‘em
Some born sick with a rich doll’s attitude
A trite contempt as if you know, tell ‘em
Panic sex and a static wreck
I’m sticking out my neck, I got gallow talent
Tragic sense of entitlement with a dead-end
Cul-de-sac of shallow merit
Who’s got your back with a knife? I might
Who’s the one who wrecked
Your life this time? Well I’m willing to try
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
Hacksaw swings at a big-shot animal
A white contempt for the truths I tell ‘em
I might wink at a nudge and will it well
And wonder who the lie was
Meant for tell ‘em!
Spike this drink with anthrax enema
Politeness wins over honest terror
Slice at link for an impact maximum!
Buy your bread from an honest seller
Fighting to win over punching bags
Garbage cans who watch
Their waste-lines can’t go nowhere fast
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
Blacktop wings: That’s a concrete answer to
Your weightlessness Icarus says tell ‘em
That one thinks is an unsweet treat
I think you’re hopeless
But we disagree I tell ‘em
Shattered specs while you hit the deck
You better protect where your
Eyeballs well up
Blue blood, black bile, lips to lick
I’m bringing down heaven just to
Bring your hell up
Kites that fly more in the frozen rain: Might
They find holes in their broken wings
While worship sings war ships sinks
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and
I might clap my hands