Butcher the Song - Cursive

There’s 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, that’s the time and place

To wring out your bullshit

And each album I’ll get shit on a little more»

«Who's Tim’s latest whore?'»

Now, that’s not fair

No, that’s just obscene

I’ll stop speaking for you

If you stop speaking for me

I’m writing songs to entertain

But these people, they just, 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 can’t forget

What’s been said and this guilt I can’t shed

It still rings in my ears

Oh, get out the butcher’s knife

I’ve been screaming for years

But it gets me nowhere

Just get out the butcher’s knife

Will you get out the butcher’s knife

Get out the butcher’s knife!

Oh

That organ’s playing my song

But this song’s gone on too long

What a day to sever such ugly extremities

«What a lovely day,» says the butcher

As he raises his arm

And I am what is left: a puppet

Laughing at the look of amazement on the musician’s face

Pinocchio dove off the cliff and swam away