Cut-out - John Frusciante

Your number fakes coming along without you
Knowing a shift took place
Your father hooks a wing about you
If you flail this broken sword around youll
Cut nothing up
Again well face these things when theyre dead issues
Moments take each others place
Born and forgotten the same way
Hey, ill pay you to cut me out
A blower of hot flesh is a baby
Thats the first whits stuff i sucked
To feed this open fire with a windy day
Moments take each others place
Born and forgotten the same way
Never knowing who you are