Testo di Butcher The Song

There's a time and a place, But this is neither the time nor place. Where do i fit in, In this jigsaw of a relationship? Why should i play the fallguy 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 bring out your bullshit. And each album i get shit on a little more. Who's tim's latest whore? No, 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 want pain. They wanna hear my deepest sins 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 butchers knife I've been screaming for years, but it gets me nowhere Just get out the butchers knife Will you get out the butchers knife? Get out the butchers knife, Oh that organ's playing my song But the 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