Cut Out

Well my baby's got a bad side
Her daddy worked toward apartheid
She didn't have a place to hide
So she fooled me

But when I found out
My buddy Miles drove to his house
Dragged him by the mouth in the cut out
On his knees

I gotta stop making excuses
For lovers and my brothers
And this useless nuisance
That I fill my head with on a daily base

I swear I'm gonna start fighting my system
And laying down the law
Might even read Ezekiel
And shave
To button up my shame

She smells like sunscreen
Her brows tar, hair tangerine
Her gums blue from the listerine
She's ordering for free

And now the Anglicans are pissed off
Like some San Diego fault
They're lost in the tumult
And the BCP

So I've gotta stop making excuses
For lovers and my brothers
And this useless nuisance
That I fill my head with on a daily base

I swear I'm gonna start fighting my system
Laying down the law
Might even read Ezekiel
And shave
To button up my shame

So I've gotta stop making excuses
For lovers and my brothers
And this useless nuisance
That I fill my head with on a daily base

I swear I'm gonna start fighting my system
And laying down the law
Might even read Ezekiel
And shave
To button up my shame

And if not
It's a reason to fake