Cut from the cloth, and cut quite severely
Is this my world I no longer recognize ?
I'm hearing common words, common expressions
But nothing is common in my eyes
How do people sleep amidst the slaughter ?
Why would they vote in favor of their own defeat ?
Get out to the well and check the water
Results were incomplete
Cut from the cloth
Cut from the cloth, and dead to the masses
Just another case to be eulogized
But I'm breathing, breathing with no assistance
And responding to stimuli
Can anyone explain these new laws of nature ?
Why would they rule in favor of their own defeat ?
Cynics are excused from standing up to problems
Because they can't get out of their seats
Cut from the cloth, ran out screaming
I hope that none of this will stick to me
Everyone is nice, everyone is kind now
At least they're nice and kind to me
Why would they fold up something so precious ?
Why would they sing in favor of their own defeat ?
Maybe they found their voice while out shopping
The price was hard to beat
Cut from the cloth...
- The Evens (Ian MacKaye & Amy Farina)
