The Razor - Head Automatica

This is television, late night television, scripted with precision

A corner store pulp fiction sits where your heart isn’t

And with your eyes so green, and your pinkish theme

You made an old friend seem rather dead to me

Alas, the weapon sex can be

Your body is a weapon and you’re afraid it could get out

A friend of the devil and you’re afraid it could get out

Don’t say I don’t cut when I do, I do, I do

Don’t say I’m lying when I’m true, I’m true, I’m true

The razor

You rub off suspicious, so vile and aniscious, with a heart so vicious

And dare you ask what this is, this is so delicious

To eat the best of you like the others do

We take your pride from you

The drive-in, the embassy, the jets, it’s all the same to me

Your body is a weapon and you’re afraid it could get out

A friend of the devil and you’re afraid it could get out

Don’t say I don’t cut when I do, I do, I do

Don’t say I’m lying when I’m true, I’m true, I’m true

The razor (the razor)

Don’t say we’re healing when it’s just not what we do

So many suitors, I don’t even have a suit to wear

So many influential fingers running through your hair

I am the razor in the hands of your heart

And I am the razor in the hands of God

Don’t say I don’t cut when I do, I do, I do (I do, I do)

Don’t say I’m lying when I’m true, I’m true, I’m true (I do, I do)

The razor (the razor)

Don’t say we’re healing when it’s just not what we do (the razor)

Don’t say we’re healing when it’s just not what we do (the razor)

Don’t say we’re healing when it’s just not what we do