'Cause life is going, going gone Yes I'll find you and cut cutyou down Friends and neighbours, sleepy town If you wake up before the blow Pick your face up Before it's come and come and gone Find yourself a new frontier Fly yourself away from here 'til

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut Cutup some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

Home at last Oh Angela it's a long time coming They raise you up just to cut cutyou down When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align The strangers in this

You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here

This rambler has cut cutall the ties and pulled up stakes to hit the road and go I woke up this afternoon and looked into your eyes And somethin' was as wrong as if the sun forgot to rise I picked up a road map and I checked a few good places that I know

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut Cutup some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

Sex, and drugs, and dirty money On the race to rule the world, you Cut Cutyour teeth on fame and diamonds Your time is up now Three, Two, one one one one one one one one one one (We number) one one one one one one one one one

Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America? When the world was at war before We just kept dancing And we'll do it again Shake it up, throw your hands up and get loose Cut Cuta rug, lean into the fucking youth Choreo, we just want the fucking truth

Shaped yellow light And it picks you up And cuts you down to size In the painted faces congregate In the mating season The seconds homes They go alone In no rush leave 'em And there's a fountain

(Cut- cut- cut me up and Cut- cut- cut me up and F***- f***- f*** me up) F***- f***- f*** me up! Cut- (cut) cut- (cut) cut me up and F***- f***- f*** me up! The last man standing gets no pity F***- (f***) f***- (f***) f*** me up!