Slack - Cruiserweight

You need to be cutting me slack

You need to be cutting me slack

The tough sit around acting tough

While the goers just get going

And you’ll fight me

For trying to hide behind the door, oh lord

And you swear that your path is heaven bound

But it’s probably straight to hell

Given the plot and the sting

You’ll wanna trade places

I know, it would be a heartfelt

Your health means nothing

If you say are you losing your head

I’m going along for a little while

And yes I have my keys, ears, eyes, nose, frown, check

You need to be cutting me slack

You need to be cutting me slack

Your pat on the hand means nothing

If you say are you losing your head?

And also the feeling of blank spaces

Uh oh, yes, I am losing my head

But leave me alone for a little while

And I’ll be back soon

Ears, eyes, frown, finger

You need to be cutting me slack

You need to be cutting me slack

You need to be cutting me slack

You need to be cutting me slack