Echo and the Bunnymen The Cutter

Cut it up, cut it up
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 celo-tape and knives
Some of us six feet tall, we will escape our lies
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 worthy 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
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
Am I the happy loss
Will I still be soiled when the dirt is off