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Pit Pony – Cut Open
Well I’m scared to be cut open
‘Cause they’ll really look at me then.
Like souls are meant to glow
And mine’s dimmed again
And they leave
The earth wire zaps me to the dirt,
It’s wet, I’m tired, it hurts.
I can’t think straight or remember
I’ve been compartmentalising forever.
I can’t see too far ahead
I’m static on a TV set.
I’m regular
Or irregular
Looking to the side I remember
Well, I try to remember
The good times.
Look me in the eye and I’ll blink,
Smile and turn away
I’m in a constant tussle daily
With all that I create.
I can’t think straight or remember
I’ve been compartmentalising forever.
I can’t see too far ahead
I’m static on a TV set.
I’m regular
Or irregular
Looking to the side I remember
Well, I try to remember
The good times.
Look me in the eye and I’ll blink,
Smile and turn away
I’m in a constant tussle daily
With all that I create.
And I’m scared to be cut open
‘Cause they’ll see it’s all a lie
Like the spike outside the chestnut
Without the silk inside.
And I think I should do better
And I couldn’t get much worse
‘Cause I’m floating like a spectre
‘Cause I’m eyeing up the hearse.
