You wake up in the morning To a flickering light To a pair of empty pockets And years of wasted time
You wake up in the morning To an empty life Without a hope for the future Or a glimpse of a light What is left is A hole in the chest And a decent knife in your hand
You've got to Cutdafucking people Cutdafucking people Someone has to pay for this fright Cutdafucking people Cutdafucking people Cutdafucking people tonight
The thoughts in your head Now feel a little different An unfamiliar gaze Looks at you from the mirror
Now everything's certain Apart from fog in your mind Once you were lost But now you'll do it right
That's the time To tell the world how you feel With a piece of remorseless steel
You've got to Cutdafucking people Cutdafucking people Someone has to pay for this fright Cutdafucking people Cutdafucking people Cutdafucking people tonight