Cut from the cloth, and cut quite severely   Is this my world I no longer recognize   I'm hearing common words, common expressions   But nothing is common in my eyes      How do people sleep amidst the slaughter   Why would they vote in favor of their own defeat   Get out to the well and check the water (water water)   Results were incomplete      Cut from the cloth      Cut from the cloth, and dead to the masses   Just another case to be eulogized   But I'm breathing, breathing with no assistance   And responding to stimuli      Can anyone explain these new laws of nature   Why would they rule in favor of their own defeat   Cynics are excused from standing up to problems (problems problems)   Because they can't get out of their seats      Cut from the cloth, ran out screaming   I hope that none of this will stick to me   Everyone is nice, everyone is kind now   At least they're nice and kind to me      Why would they fold up something so precious   Why would they sing in favor of their own defeat   Maybe they found their voice while out shopping   The price was hard to beat      Cut from the cloth   Cut from the cloth      Cut from the cloth   Cut from the cloth   Cut from the cloth      Cut from the cloth