Cut-Out John Frusciante

[Verse 1]
Your number fakes coming along without you
Knowing a shift took place
Your father hooks a wing about you
(La la la)
If you flail this broken sword around you
Cut nothing up
Again we'll face these things when they're dead issues
Ooh, ah

[Chorus]
Moments take each other's place
Born and forgotten the same way

[Post-Chorus]
Hey
Hey
Ooh

[Bridge]
I'll pay you to cut me out
I'll pay you to cut me out

[Verse 2]
A blower of hot flesh is a baby
(That's the first white stuff I sucked)
To feed this open fire with a windy day
Ooh, day