Lyrics: The Cutter

Who's on the seventh floor
Brewing alternatives?
What's in the bottom drawer
Waiting for things to give?

Spare us the cutter
Spare us the cutter
Couldn't cut the mustard

Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another
Drop in the ocean

Come to the free-for-all
With sellotape and knives
Some of us six feet tall
We will escape our lives

Spare us the cutter
Spare us the cutter
Couldn't cut the mustard

Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another
Drop in the ocean

Am I the happy loss?
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost?
Am I the happy cross?
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off?

Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another
Drop in the ocean
Ocean...

Watch the fingers close
When the hands are cold

Am I the happy loss?
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost?
Am I the worthy cross?
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off?