Lyrics:
Your record cost $3.99
Your record cost $2.99
Your record cost $1.99
And then it gets returned
Your band's in the cut-out bin
Your band's in
CARDBOARD CUTOUT
Let us go through certain half-deserted streets
Let us go and I will sing you my love song
Streets that go like an argument that
of corrugated paper
Unnerving cardboard cutout
Unnerving cardboard cutout
Unnerving cardboard cutout
Unnerving cardboard cutout
Spooks the neighbors when
Rise from the lake below
Slitting my veins, bleed out
Heart stops when Its cutout
I'm just cold now
Never again
Ice in my veins
On my own now
Never
Glass jaw, alcohol whore
Cardboard cutout lyin' on the floor
Lame brain's drunk again
Stupid dumb-dumb cold, plumb insane
An alcohol whore is
gone
but as long as we go on...
i remember crayon-scrawled cards
pasted with all cut-out hearts.
black and white,
it's overly dramatic
all the colored
she should
It's another busy day for the cut-out witch
Silver threads for our heads need another stitch
Golden needles in our eyes then we
smiling?
(Cardboard cut-outs)
Oh, why do I feel so alone when all of us are here?
Living vicariously through a bright, white screen is leaving an imprint
I've gotta believe there's something more we're fighting for
So give me a reason why I'm standing at the door
I'm stuck in the mold of this cut-out
she should
It's another busy day for the cut-out witch
Silver threads for our heads need another stitch
Golden needles in our eyes then we
Your cardboard cutout on the wall
Your paper or your Barbie doll
With perfect hair and a perfect dress
I'm really just the perfect mess
And I ain't
Cardboard cutout, sharp teeth smart mouth
Smile big small waist, big hips cut paste
Forgive me but you look familiar
Prom queen mean chick, teen
Your cardboard cutout on the wall
Your paper or your Barbie doll
With perfect hair and a perfect dress
I'm really just the perfect mess
And I ain't
your pocket 'till you're bored
I smile for a while
Before it all breaks down
Break the seal step out of line
People may scream and shout
I'm the cutout I
F
Misfortune makes the devil's work cut-out for him
C7 F
God tries His best, puttin' His hands in all He
crib, or a new theatre
So lemme state huh
It's gettin late huh
Yeah I wanted you but you've been playing games huh
You're like a white cutout
Within
Heil" smile
And your fantasies
As I slip into your collage
Of the dreams your product leant
I don't wanna be your cutout
I am not your perfect foil
head
Are different things
Where'd she go
Blood on the road
Somebody call
Chalk cutout of the fall
Julia her name
My world...
No windows for the sun
down
Because that's what you're told to do
Haunting me
The cut-out of a missing soul
Distant beat
Still echoing inside
Living soul
No amount of words
to waste
Soon as subtle tongues to taste
I've done reckoning with my stars
Bronze anears, gold from afars
Words are twisting in the wind
Lexicons in cutout
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom
doll
Cardboard cutout
Just like all the rest of them
That don't know how to stand out
From that one-trick crowd
Oh you're just a paper doll, doll
I've gotta believe there's something more we're fighting for
So give me a reason why I'm standing at the door
I'm stuck in the mold of this cut-out
talk, newspaper word cutouts
Speak no feeling, no, I don't believe you
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit
Ransom notes keep falling out your
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