Who's on the seventh floor
Brewing alternatives?
What's in the bottom drawer
Waiting for things to give?
Spare us the cutter.
Spare us the cutter.
Couldn't cut the
Mustard.
Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching.
Say we can, say we will,
Not just another drop in the ocean.
Come to the free for all
With celo-tape and knives.
Some of us 6 feet tall,
We will escape our lies.
Spare us the cutter.
Spare us the cutter.
C-couldn't cut the
M-m-mustard. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/echo_the_bunnymen/the_cutter.html ]
Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching.
Say we can, say we will,
Not just another drop in the ocean.
Am I the happy loss?
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost?
Am I the worthy cross?
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off?
Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching.
Say we can, say we will,
Not just another drop in the ocean.
Watch the fingers close
When the hands are cold.
Am I the happy loss?
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost?
Am I the worthy cross?
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off?