Nose Cutter

What happens to nosy fellas
A question asked with sincerity
No sense of dignity
No sense

The flowing of water
The scene of the crime

Tell Me
What happens to nosy fellas
They save face better than most
Better than most

Don't tell me how I feel
I'll meet you
In the belly of the beast

In spite of yourself
The blade will do the talking
I'll see he's careful with the matches
That he doesn't burn himself, look

Conditioned not to speak
Or question
To accept
Without bargain
So i'll ask one last time
No jest in my prose

What happens to nosy fellas
They lose their fucking nose

So i'll ask one last time
No jest in my prose
Whatever happened to those folks
I don't know

What fucking happened to them
I'll tell you, they lost their fucking nose



Credits
Writer(s): Alastair Mcleod
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