There's a time and a place,

but this is neither the time nor place.

Where do i fit in, 

in this jigsaw of a relationship?

Why should i play the fallguy to your love?

I keep getting snubbed

what dumb luck

what dumb luck



So rub it in

in your dumb lyrics

Yeah, that's the time and place to bring out your bullshit.

And each album i get shit on a little more.

Who's tim's latest whore?

No, that's not fair.  No, that's just obscene

I'll stop speaking for you, if you stop speaking for me

I'm writing songs to entertain, 

but these people, they just want pain.

They wanna hear my deepest sins

Songs from the ugly organ

And what comes out is a horrible mess

Songs i can't forget what's been said

and this guilt i can't shed

it still rings in my ears

oh get out the butchers knife

i've been screaming for years, but it gets me nowhere

just get out the butchers knife

will you get out the butchers knife?

get out the butchers knife, 

oh that organ's playing my song

but the song's gone on too long

What a day to sever such ugly extremities.

What a lovely day, says the butcher, as he raises his arm