| Song | Cut My Skin, It Makes Me Human |
| Artist | The Gits |
| Album | Frenching the Bully [C/Z] |
| 作词 : Gits | |
| cut my skin, it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind | |
| just feel the pain | |
| cuz it's what makes us human | |
| it keeps us all the same | |
| you lose your head on your chosen trip | |
| the sight of your blood will lose your spit | |
| and a broken heart will turn to sin | |
| but when the wound is open | |
| we're all the same | |
| cut my skin, it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind | |
| just feel the pain | |
| when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth | |
| nothin like pain to make us all the same | |
| i see you each day get up nine-to-five | |
| you rush in a game of lies for need | |
| but you enver seem to recognize | |
| you're no better or worse than me | |
| i dare you once just to make it hurt | |
| how many times can you race around | |
| with the world running faster faster then... | |
| i never expect to catch up | |
| cut my skin, it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind | |
| just feel the pain | |
| when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth | |
| nothin like pain to make us all the same | |
| ahh yeah | |
| cut my skin, it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind | |
| just feel the pain | |
| cuz it's what makes us human | |
| it keeps us all the same | |
| you lose your head on your chosen trip | |
| the sight of your blood will lose your spit | |
| and a broken heart will turn to sin | |
| but when the wound is open | |
| you're all the fuckin same | |
| cut my skin it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind well just feel the blow | |
| cause when you're lookin at pain you're lookin at truth | |
| nothin like pain to keep us all the same | |
| cut my skin, it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind | |
| just feel the pain | |
| cuz it's what makes us human | |
| it keeps us all the same |
| zuò cí : Gits | |
| cut my skin, it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind | |
| just feel the pain | |
| cuz it' s what makes us human | |
| it keeps us all the same | |
| you lose your head on your chosen trip | |
| the sight of your blood will lose your spit | |
| and a broken heart will turn to sin | |
| but when the wound is open | |
| we' re all the same | |
| cut my skin, it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind | |
| just feel the pain | |
| when you' re lookin at pain you' re lookin at truth | |
| nothin like pain to make us all the same | |
| i see you each day get up ninetofive | |
| you rush in a game of lies for need | |
| but you enver seem to recognize | |
| you' re no better or worse than me | |
| i dare you once just to make it hurt | |
| how many times can you race around | |
| with the world running faster faster then... | |
| i never expect to catch up | |
| cut my skin, it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind | |
| just feel the pain | |
| when you' re lookin at pain you' re lookin at truth | |
| nothin like pain to make us all the same | |
| ahh yeah | |
| cut my skin, it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind | |
| just feel the pain | |
| cuz it' s what makes us human | |
| it keeps us all the same | |
| you lose your head on your chosen trip | |
| the sight of your blood will lose your spit | |
| and a broken heart will turn to sin | |
| but when the wound is open | |
| you' re all the fuckin same | |
| cut my skin it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind well just feel the blow | |
| cause when you' re lookin at pain you' re lookin at truth | |
| nothin like pain to keep us all the same | |
| cut my skin, it makes me human | |
| scorn your mind | |
| just feel the pain | |
| cuz it' s what makes us human | |
| it keeps us all the same |