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