Slipknot - Custer

I have this one. Do-do-dat, do-do-dat, do-do-dat-dat-dat.
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-dat-dat-dat.
Yes! Yes!
Yes! Yes!
Half alive and stark raving free and maligned for encroaching on the purpose of this commercial-free
interruption.
Due to the prolific nature of this statement,
listener aggression is advised.
It strikes whenever I see a gun.
I think about just how petty you were and it blows my fucking mind.
Yeah, it blows my fucking mind.
These days, I never seem to get enough.
I'm tired of this shit, I wanna go home.
Don't waste my fucking time. Don't waste my fucking time.
Because anything exceptional gets crushed by common people with jealousy and ignorance and all that common
default. This planet isn't special, collection's made of clay.
I'm waiting for the punishment, I know it's on my way.
Cut, cut, cut me open. Fuck, fuck, fuck me up.
Cut, cut, cut me open. Fuck, fuck, fuck me up.
Cut, cut, cut me open. Fuck, fuck, fuck me up.
Cut, cut, cut me open. Fuck, fuck, fuck me up.
Cut, cut, cut me open. Fuck, fuck, fuck me up.
Cut,
cut, cut me open. Fuck, fuck, fuck me up.
Irreverence is my disease.
It's secondhand, but you know me.
The son of a bitch is on his knees.
The last man standing gets no pity.
Somewhere on a toilet wall, I read the words "shoot formalin" to formalize the former lies and I finally saw
the truth. Something so profound and now we're standing there, surrounded by the garbage and the stains.
Another victim of the refuse.
Now, I've been saying this for years, but you don't comprehend it.
I fight hell and I fight fear because I understand it.
Androgyny and insult, you try so hard to be difficult.
You wanna win the war?
Know what you're fighting for.
Cut, cut, cut me open. Fuck, fuck, fuck me up.
Cut, cut, cut me open. Fuck, fuck, fuck me up.
Cut, cut,
cut me open.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me open. Cut, cut, cut me open.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me open. Cut, cut, cut me open.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me open. Cut, cut, cut me open.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me
open. Irreverence is my disease.
It's secondhand, but you know me.
The son of a bitch is on his knees.
The last man standing gets no pity.
With angel eyes and demon seeds,
you're missing what you really need.
When all is said and done, you see, the last man standing gets no pity.
No pity. No pity. No
pity. No pity. No pity. Cut, cut, cut me open.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me up. Cut, cut, cut me open.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me up. Cut, cut, cut me open.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me open. Cut, cut, cut me open.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me open. Cut, cut, cut me open.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me open. Cut, cut, cut me open.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me open