You're a nine to five job
You're a butcher that's been slain
You're a high-brow low-life midwife
You're a cross that's up in flames
You're a leper that's been euthanized
You're an ass that went lame
You're an alcoholic mom
Who's drunk on cheap champagne
Don't you love that you made
Made the final cut?
The movie's playing forwards
Now the door's been shut
Don't you love that you made
Made the final cut?
The scars have been healed
I even pity you somewhat
You're a bible-beltist preacher
You're the spit that's out of spite
You're the raging, fucking lunatic
That Congress can't indict
You're the shit beneath my boot
You're a J without a light
You're a carcass to me now
You're just a character I write
Don't you love that you made
Made the final cut?
The movie's playing forwards
Now the door's been shut
Don't you love that you made
Made the final cut?
You're older and you're sorry?
Well I couldn't give a fuck
