Luyện nghe bài hát Butcher The Song

There's a and a place, this is neither the time nor the place.
"where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a !?
Why should I play the guy to your love?
I keep getting snubbed... dumb luck, what dumb luck."

'so rub it in... in dumb lyrics.
Yeah, that's the time and to wring out your bullshit.
And each album I'll get on a little more, 'who's tim's latest whore? "
Now, that's not fair - no, just obscene.
I'll stop for you if you stop speaking for me.

I'm songs to entertian,
But people... they just want pain.
They want to hear my deepest
The songs from the organ.
And what comes out is a mess,
Songs I can't
What's said and this guilt I can't shed.
It rings in my ears - oh, get out
The knife.
I've been screaming for
But it gets me
get out the butcher's knife.

That organ's my song,
But song's gone on too long.
What a day to sever such extremities.
"what a day", says the butcher
As he his arm.