Thrift

I sit here all knowing

Knowing nothing here at all

My cut spread slower

Pig hands reach into my sidesI hate this life you give me

I give you hate, you live for me

I love the pain you give me

This hurting feels like love to meThey go down, down

Down inside

They go down town, down town

They go down town to sellMy body hangs on hooks

A cloth to society

Your dollars wet my skin

Makes me papier mache thriftI hate this life you give me

I give you hate, you live for me

I love the pain

I love this hurting, feels like love to meThey go down

Down town, down town they go

Down town, down town to sell me