And your nostrils whimper, there's a bag on your head
'Cause you're in dept with Sony, so the trails are sled
To the future treason on your cable net
Get your fresh pop cereal, baby, that's what you get

Better cut some slack

It's a drop-out screenin' on an off-winged jet
Full of empty stomachs, baby, that's what you get
You got the lotion, forget the chills
Spaghetti lotion and your second handsome blues

Better cut some slack

If your generation's axe is high your mind just can't stop falling down
'Cause these conversations are all common there I ever realize

It's a drop-out screenin' on an off-winged jet
Full of empty stomachs, baby, 'cause that's what you get
You got the lotion, forget the chills
Spaghetti lotion and your second handsome blues

Better cut some slack

If your generation's axe is high your mind just can't stop falling down
'Cause these conversations are all common there I ever realize

Better cut some slack