I Got Cut

Oh, I got cut
 Yeah, sew me up
 I got cut
 But it's what I want
 Cut me up
 Cut me up
 Cut me up, yeah
 All these old men won't die too soon
 Flesh balloons still waving their arms around and
 Slipping over the sides
 Closing my eyes, making room
 Oh, for somebody else
 Oh, I got cut
 Yeah, sew me up
 I got cut
 Yeah, it's what I want
 Cut me up
 Cut me up
 Cut me up, yeah
 Family planning, free Chelsea Manning
 And all the kids crushed in canning from above
 And fade like vapors, you actual traitors
 To the ones you say you love
 Yeah, I got cut
 Yeah, sew me up
 I got cut
 Yeah, it's what I want
 I got cut
 Now sew me up
 I got cut
 Yeah, it's what I want
 You try to tie us up
 But we're free as fuck
 Try to tie us up
 But we're free, yeah