Working Men's Club - Cut Lyrics

I feel the full moon coming it's coming tonight
A prism of peace white heat white, white
So far amidst but so close in perspective
Rake in your ideals, cancel all objectives
I'd rather strap 92 to my chest
Resurrect this land and save what's left
An all brewing conscience not hard to find
You'd better be dreaming that thoughts will allign
The dignified, wimpified, wokeful inflictions
Give them what they ask, inflict the incisions
Cut the pigs up, make a decision
Fight, cut, fight, cut
End this division

All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
You gotta give it, gotta take it, gotta break it, gotta make it
All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
You gotta give it, gotta take it, gotta break it, gotta make it

Look at the ground what do you see
Sweat and tears that lay empty
A hollow carcass breathing just
A rancid perverted musk
Invisible pennies bleeping away
Working for nothing paying to pay
I'd rather strap 92 to my chest
Resurrect this land and save what's left

All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
You gotta give it, gotta take it, gotta break it, gotta make it
All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
You gotta give it, gotta take it, gotta break it, gotta make it
All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
You gotta give it, gotta take it, gotta break it, gotta make it
All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
All the time it's just running around my soul
You gotta give it, gotta take it, gotta break it, gotta make it