Butcher The Song

Artists : Cursive : Butcher The Song

(Parking lot (dept store) enter kettle drum. Girl refused to get into a boyfriend’s car.)

There’s a time and a place,
this is neither the time nor place.
“where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship?
Why should I play the fall guy to yr love?
I keep getting snubbed…
what dumb luck what dumb luck”

(The car riding home. Girl sits with her arms crossed. Her thoughts audible.)

‘So rub it in…in yr dumb lyrics.
Yeah that’s the time and place to wring out yr bullshit.
And each album I’ll get shit on a little more.
“who’s tim’s latest whore?”
now that’s not fair
no that’s just obscene,
I’ll stop speaking for you
if you stop speaking for me.

(He gestures penning another song)

I’m writing songs to entertain.
But these people…they just want pain.
They want to hear my deepest sins the songs from the ugly organ.
And what comes out is a horrible mess, songs
I can’t forget what’s been said and this guilt I can’t shed.
It still rings in my ears –
oh get out the butcher’s knife.
I’ve been screaming for years
but it gets me nowhere just get out the butcher’s knife.

(Enter organist in butcher’s costume)

That organ’s playing my song,
but this song’s gone on too long.
What a day to sever such ugly extremities.
What a lovely day says the butcher
as he raises his arm