Cut your wrist;
stop the pain with razors
Cut your arm;
the art of being reckless
Cut your nails;
beauty drenched in endorsement deals
Cut your tongue;
stop the lies from forming
Cut your knee;
learn through an accident
(or from one)
Cut your finger;
my blood brothers left me to die
Cut your life short;
drink yourself a tragedy
(They sold you a drug and an alibi to fill a void.)
Cut your hair;
scratch the pavement with rusted fingernails
(Stephen Malkmus sold us fractured melodies.)
Cut a record;
make yourself famous for a day
Cut a deal;
hold onto the fame till it burns you out
(You're only as guilty as you feel.)
Cut an onion;
learn to fake the drama like everybody else
Cut and paste;
words can set you free eventually
Cut yourself shaving;
becoming human always felt so wrong
Cut a flower freshly;
set it free for a gorgeous fee
Cut down a tree;
let a strip mall grow in its place
(Watch us evolve like currency.)
Cut a wire, preferably the television one;
witness the world through another box
Cut a class;
let them judge you by your patience
(I couldn't endure another wasted moment.)
Cut a rug;
dance, baby, dance, fists pumping in the wind
Cut a glance;
shape your view like magazines
Cut a diamond;
a mirror holds a million fits
Cut a string, preferably a guitar string;
never give it the chance to break on its own
Cut a conversation short;
we're all so busy with our fragile moods
Cut my son out of the will;
what did the little bastard ever do for me?
Cut off all ties;
the bottom of the bottle leaves you severed and bruised
Cut yourself off
from the world...
One excuse.
One mistake.
One attempt.
Choose your poison;
choose your weapon.
And you live forever.
Cut the power...
