Cut/Clap The Stereosexuals

Slackjaw bitch with a jigsaw at her throat
A nice attempt at the bourgeois, tell ‘em
Some born sick with a rich doll’s attitude
A trite contempt as if you know, tell ‘em
Panic sex and a static wreck
I’m sticking out my neck, I got gallow talent
Tragic sense of entitlement with a dead-end cul-de-sac of shallow merit

Who’s got your back with a knife? I might
Who’s the one who wrecked your life this time?
Well I’m willing to try

I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands
I might snap in a minute and
I might snap your neck and end it early
I might cut my wrists and I might clap my hands

Hacksaw swings at a big-shot animal
A white contempt for the truths I tell ‘em
I might wink at a nudge and will it well, and wonder who the lie was meant for. Tell ‘em!
Spike this drink with anthrax enema, politeness wins over honest terror
Slice at link for an impact maximum!
Buy your bread from an honest seller