Lyrics:
Cut (cut)
Rate (rate)
Socrates
You're just
A cut (cut)
Rate (rate)
Socrates
I'm just a man, that whinges at what's been done
I'm just a man,
are giving cut rates
Or else doing it for free
The past keeps knock, knock, knocking on my door
And I don't want to hear it anymore
No
are giving cut rates
Or else doing it for free
The past keeps knock, knock, knocking on my door
And I don't want to hear it anymore
No
can order you a new one from Nashville but it won't be cheap
And I know you've been using a cut rate thesaurus
'Cause your adverbs are backed up into
sometimes it seems like show business instead
And now you have found out that that thing they call trust is cut rate
And now you hate the two of them more
The cut-rate mime
Walking through the dirty streets
Of Paris in the hot August heat
Sun melting the fake smile away
Just looking for a place
With the plastic coverings
And the cut-rate display
No renewal of the pleasurable
With no image of decay
You go, you go for the stability
And what
You are the worst of your misgivings
A cut-rate, minor insurrection
And that's exactly why you need me
I feel the room begin to tighten
As violence
You're like a treasure chest and I'm just another cut-rate pirate with a couple of clues (at best) to where you might be hiding your less than
I've known
I guess I was designed to be a cut-rate rolling stone
There never was a woman born who could tie me down
Some just quit trying, some just
intentional
Late night scamming how to be happy, I deny that rationale
I don't need it, I won't believe what I'm told, cut rate on a deal for a penny
I see
Cupcakes at cut rates inbred
insane unknown unafraid
Good things have gone away
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sergeant cupcakes unknown filthy window pane no
tell you
Cut rates and tax breaks for bosses
They're cashing their stocks in you're cutting your losses
Conspiracy theory you think what you want
can't conquer us all
knee deep in the belly of the beast
offering us another cut-rate version
of your dream come true
too dear or too cut rate
Hold my hand again like at the lake
Hold that mirror babe, up to my face
Hear the whippoorwill
Am I breathing still?
notching your bedpost
And it rings true to me, there's a notch on there for me
Ain't I better than your cut rate Romeos?
Well, I'm a fool for your company
I
Fucker drop the soap
Because nope
I'm beyond your scope
End quote
I just walk the broke bitch tightrope
Haters gonna hate
Broke bitch gonna get a cut rate
surrender
You toxic avengers
Public defenders
Of repeat offenders
All-new adventures
Brownshirt suspenders
Self-Pity centers
Boys on their benders
Cut-rate
hope for change of circumstance
In trusting in a cut-rate actor playing at romance
And on the topic of change
I won't owe you a dime for the dollars
a desolate place
My whole life is minimum wage
Dumb shit on a dumb day
Some things they don’t change
Thumb to my chin - cut rate
Remember that it’s never too
rot and swill
A cut rate degree
Psychopathology
I tend to make a mess
Psychopathologist
For me malpractice makes perfect
When I'm sick I'm
serious for the resting heart rate
Cut the tether now if there's nothing to gain
Whatsoever can you hear okay
Trying to become more relatable
But that's no
this is all that you are
Filling up on whiskey and those cut rate cigars
I'm surprised we even made it this far
(You were never cut out for this)
Now
Bag of skin
Do the cracks let the poison in? oh yeah
Blood balloon
Shred the wind you're gone too soon and
Refresh rate eyes
Paper cuts of every shape
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