Butcher the Song

There's a time and a place This is neither the time nor place Where do I fit in In this jigsaw of a relationship? Why should I play the fall guy to your love? I keep getting snubbed What dumb luck, what dumb luck So rub it in with your dumb lyrics Yeah, that's the time and place To wring out your bullshit And each album I get shit on a little more Who's Tim's latest whore? Now, 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 They, they just want pain They wanna hear my deepest sins The 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 Still rings in my ears Again at the butcher's knife I've been screaming for years But it gets me nowhere Just get out the butcher's knife Will you get out the butcher's knife? Get out the butcher's knife 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 "And I am what is left: a puppet. Laughing at the look of amazement on the musician's face, Pinocchio dove off the cliff and swam away..."