Pay-Per-Cut

Damn, I've got a paper cut What is paperwork? What is greed? Can it stop what is happening to me Are we fighting a war Are they paying our child support Goddamn, the world is cool Is this made up? Is it real I believe what I touch, what I feel What is prowess? Is it steel? I need love and an automobile God bless the internet Words are bleach white Pigeon shit Suck it up, buttercup, you can deal with it Wait for the real shit Cause it's good enough to love Keep clocking in and clocking out Break down Freak out Just shut your mouth We've all got basements for bad shit to stay in Or out Break down Freak out Just shut your mouth We've all got basements for bad shit to stay in Get me out of here, make me stay Thirty-five years, never had a complaint I'm magnificent or close enough Don't mistake me for giving a f*ck It doesn't matter what you say to the clergy You can't hurt me Been alive long enough, not to turn face Best get used to some boots in your mouth Every single one of you's hooked like a trout And I'm the fisherman I get seasick What's it to ya This is six million pounds of raw tuna Where are the fortunate ones Have they run out of silver Have they taken their guns out Break down Freak out Just shut your mouth We've all got basements for bad shit to stay in Or out, break down Freak out Just shut your mouth We've all got basements for bad shit to stay in Do you believe that man That fucking watering can The one who's heaven sent Six fingers from denial And I will read your file I'll give you up to them Yeah Two hours late for a paper cut Just to pretend that I give a f*ck Two hours late for a paper cut Just to pretend that I give a f*ck