Cut Hands The Solution Lyrics - Singles - Whitehouse

Hey, knuckle-nicks 

I'll tell you: 

It's helping 

I'll tell you: 

You're doing the right thing 

I can see you're used 

And I don't know where you've been 

But I do know past failures still haunt you 

Thoughtless slow remarks you later regret 

It's hard to own up and take the blame 

For being a nervous gibbering wreck 

So go on be a careless fucking onlooker 

So you can sit and not-think about pain 

I know about gasping attacks and mirror-blood 

I know about shitbags and shame 

I know a fuckload more than you realise 

A fuck of a lot more than you think 

I know why you can take a kiss 

But not a bone-count hug 

I know you bite your fat banana fingernails 

And I know why you'd need to shave 

I know you're a slow fussy pathetic eater 

And I know you don't sleep much 

But I'll still tell you: 

It's helping 

And I'll still tell you: 

You're doing the right thing 

Question: did you ever hurt yourself to make somebody sorry? 

How often do you pretend to be sick? 

You ever wanted something very much but never told anybody about it? 

Are you such a slug you can't live without a fucking sundae? 

You ever made a bit too much fuss over your cuts? 

Yes, the cutting will be quite dramatic 

If you get the crisscross slit right 

And show an exposed piece of bone 

Ready for harvest 

And in a few seconds' time: 

In a drop of anal red the poison 

And your totally disgusting diseased unkempt disgusting excuse of a body 

Continues to react 

Till mere days after the cutting 

The cancer says well hello 

In between fairground muscle twitches 

And clearly white scaly shit 

Tinkerboy says burnt it out 

The little cunt doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about 

And just weeks after the cutting 

You really don't know 

How well can you imagine 

How soon cheap tears are forgotten 

Because there's no wasted kleenex or sympathy 

Nobody would give a fucking toss 

For a quasi-glamour of your symptoms 

For your Russells sign 

And for your atrocious sleepless lucidity 

Because what if they were provoked? 

It's prefectness and it's all there 

No more pointless trawling through self-helped books for triggering examples 

No more daytime trash or drunken wisdom 

At first it seems not to be working 

Til you get that imitation of danger 

That means you can no longer convince yourself it's not working 

More and more and more 

So right now would be a good time for blackmail 

Who have you ever tried to make guilty? 

Have you ever told on anyone? 

What somebody has told you not to tell 

My question: I said have you ever told on anyone? 

Yet I'll tell you: 

It's helping 

And I'll tell you: 

You're doing the right thing 

More and more you wonder if anyone really gives a fuck 

Do you sometimes feel that: 

You talk too much 

You don't listen enough 

Do you admit to letting others push you around? 

Who's pushing you around now? 

Who's hitting on you now? 

Who's the pervert hitting on you now, kuckle-nicks? 

Has he successfully perverted an ethic? 

Has he destroyed a doll body? 

I'll show you what's it like not to have hands 

And I'll show you how to hold on tight 

I'll show you how to piss on your own bedclothes 

And sit in a closet 

You'll learn to sweat while unconscious 

And I'll show you the electric stick 

You'll learn about the kitty-cut 

Before the privilege of seeing your own blood 

I'll let you suck brown-brown and clairil 

So you know how papa's so brave 

I'll show you the wide-awake nightmare 

And now you can buy some fucking fear 

So new question: can you: 

Spot a person who's like me? 

Can you: 

Imagine a difference between their body and yours? 

Can you: 

Imagine a person who looks like me? 

Could you: 

Spot a person who looks unlike you? 

Can you: 

Spot a person who's how you want to be? 

Can you: 

Imagine a person who you'd never want to be? 

Transferring people is a fucking degrading thing to do to them 

And one day the you'll understand that 

One day the you'll understand that: 

Cut hands has the solution 

We'll feed you to every hungry bird 

We'll feed you to every starving animal 

And we'll let them eat fat till they're full 

And will let them drink blood till they're drunk 

As I tell you: 

It's helping 

While I tell you: 

You're doing the right thing