Cut-out

John Frusciante

Your number fakes coming along without you

Knowing a shift took place

Your father hooks a wing about you

If you flail this broken sword around youll

Cut nothing up

Again well face these things when theyre dead issues

Moments take each others place

Born and forgotten the same way

Hey, ill pay you to cut me out

A blower of hot flesh is a baby

Thats the first whits stuff i sucked

To feed this open fire with a windy day

Moments take each others place

Born and forgotten the same way

Never knowing who you are