Butcher The Song

There's a time and a place,
But this is neither the time nor place.
Where do i fit in,
In this jigsaw of a relationship?
Why should i play the fallguy to your love?
I keep getting snubbed
What dumb luck
What dumb luck

So rub it in
In your dumb lyrics
Yeah, that's the time and place to bring out your bullshit.
And each album i get shit on a little more.
Who's tim's latest whore?
No, that's not fair. no, that's just obscene
I'll stop speaking for you, if you stop speaking for me
I'm writing songs to entertain,
But these people, they just want pain.
They wanna hear my deepest sins
Songs from the ugly organ
And what comes out is a horrible mess
Songs i can't forget what's been said
And this guilt i can't shed
It still rings in my ears
Oh get out the butchers knife
I've been screaming for years, but it gets me nowhere
Just get out the butchers knife
Will you get out the butchers knife?
Get out the butchers knife,
Oh that organ's playing my song
But the song's gone on too long
What a day to sever such ugly extremities.
What a lovely day, says the butcher, as he raises his arm