Lyrics
Crews on the seventh floor
Brewing alternatives
What's in the bottom drawer
Waiting for things to give?
Spare us the cutter
Spare us the cutter
Couldn't cut the mustard
Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another drop in the ocean
Content and free for all
With silver tape and knives
Some of us six feet tall
We will escape our lives
Spare us the cutter
Spare us the cutter
Couldn't cut the m-m-mustard
Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another drop in the ocean
Am I the happy loss?
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost?
Am I the worthy cross?
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off?
Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching
Say we can, say we will
Not just another drop in the ocean
Ocean
Watch the fingers close
When the hands are cold
Am I the happy loss?
Will I still recoil
When the skin is lost?
Am I the worthy cross?
Will I still be soiled
When the dirt is off?
Am I the happy loss?
Will I still recoil
When the dirt is off?