Amputate

Amputate
Amputate
With your lips
And your mouth
With your hips
What a ya mean
You wouldn't lend me your hands
Sitting there on your hand grenade.
What a ya mean
You wouldn't lend me some cash
They just dusted your village

Amputate
With your fists
And your mouth
With your hips
What a ya mean
You couldn't take the chance
Sitting in your souped up tank.
What a ya mean
You wouldn't lend me the cash
You just pounded the pity
With pounds of the pity.
I would have turned it around
Take your one way ticket to hell
But the river is dry so you
better take to the sky
Its not a holiday
When you're crashing down
Screaming out of the sky
Amputate
With your lips
And your mouth
With your fists
Bite the bullet
Twist the tourniquet