Custer

Slipknot

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    Yeah
    Yeah
    Rise
    Half alive and stark-raving free and maligned
    For encroaching on the purpose of this commercial-free interruption
    Due to the prolific nature of this statement
    Listener aggression is advised

    It's strange, whenever I see a gun
    I think about just how petty you are
    And it blows my fucking mind
    Yeah, blows my fucking mind

    These days, I never seem to get enough
    I'm tired of this shit, I want to go home
    Don't waste my fucking time
    Don't waste my fucking time

    Because anything exceptional
    Gets crushed by common people
    With jealousy and ignorance
    And all their common evils
    This planet isn't special
    Collections made of clay
    I'm waiting for the punishment
    I know it's on my way

    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up

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    Irreverence is my disease
    It's second hand, but you know me
    The son of a bitch is on his knees
    The last man standing gets no pity

    Somewhere on a toilet wall, I read the words
    You form a line to formalize the former lies
    And I finally saw the truth
    Something so profound
    And it was sitting there surrounded by
    The garbage and the stains
    Another victim of the refuse

    Now I've been saying this for years
    But you don't comprehend it
    I fight hell, and I fight fear
    Because I understand it
    Androgyny and insults
    You try so hard to be difficult
    You want to win the war?
    Know what you're fighting for

    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up

    Irreverence is my disease
    It's second hand, but you know me
    The son of a bitch is on his knees
    The last man standing gets no pity

    With angel eyes and demon seeds
    You're missing what you really need
    When all is said and done, you see
    The last man standing gets no pity
    (No pity, no pity, no pity, no pity, no pity)

    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
    Cut, cut, cut me up and
    Fuck, fuck, fuck me up

    Song details

    Composition: Corey Taylor and James Root

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