Paper Cuts
When I feel tired
[At my feeding time]
She pushed food through the door
I crawl toward the crest of light
Sometimes I can't my way
Newspapers spread all around
Soaking all they can
A cleaning is due again
A good hosing down
The lady who I fell maternal love for
cannot look me in the eyes
But I see hers and they are blue
and they cock and twist and masturbate
Ahhhh!
I said so! (x3)
Nirvana (x6)
Black windows of paint
I scratch with my nails
I see others just like me
Why do they not try to escape?
They bring out the older ones
They point in my way
They come in a flash of light
And take my family away
And lately I have learned to
Accept some friends of ridicule
My whole existence is for your amusement
And that is why I'm here with you
Today
[Meet, meat, beat or see] me!
You're right!
Nirvana (x7)
