Horse The Band - Cutsman Lyrics

What is that?
Fire from the Gods
I don't know
The power glove

That little bastard
With his tricks and vile forms of play
Hacking, shaving, slicing, mutilating
All that gets before him, all that gets in his way

Coming around down the stairs
Wood cracks beneath my feet
My hand slips across the rail
Collecting dust on my finger tips

I came into a dark room
The smell of wet stone of many years
Then there was a bubonic retard
Playing games with empty stairs, was a

Little android man
Half the size that I am
Scissors on his head
Scissors on his fucking head

Little android man, born without a soul
Without that force of reason, the scissors took control
Little android man, born without a heart
In your vicinity he'll cut you apart

Here he comes, bring it down
Just a game
Don't look back he's right behind
Here's your piece of mind

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut

Little android man, born without a soul
Out off force of reason, scissors took control
Little android man, born without a heart
In your vicinity he'll cut you apart

[Incomprehensible]
1 2 3 4, little android man
Never, never, never trust a
Little android man, he'll cut, cut, cut, cut

I love the power glove
It's so bad