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...