Lyrics I the Mighty

I the Mighty

Cutting Room Floor

If hell broke out in the White House

How long would it take for word to carry here?

Would it stay hush hush till the weather changed

Till the sun warmed the snow and fears?

Well I would wanna know. I would wanna know

And it's strange to me that you could barely care

You say, like this stolen ground no one's golden now

We're all made of bronze and steel

Well why don't you leave, just leave

You make a horrible point with your eyes looking low

So leave, just leave

You're on the cutting board

The cutting board of the cutting room floor

You're gonna wake to a whole different scene

All your pretty lights and neon signs

Replaced with green

And as you curse the river bed

That you throw your compass in

There's comfort 'round the bend

But this house is filled with crooks and liars

We regret to inform you there's no love here for you

(I know you're coming with the worst intentions.

Bring the flood)

So take your hooks and pliers

We regret to inform you, you're the lowest form

So leave, just leave

You make a horrible point with your eyes looking low

So leave, just leave.

You're on the cutting board

The cutting board of the cutting room floor

You've got this crazy notion

You've ripped this out by the seems

You can't even fathom

How with every word you try to say

You dig yourself a hole you can't escape

And that's a little bit more than what you came here for

Isn't it funny how little respect you get

When you burn the world for a paycheck?

Leave, just leave

You make a horrible point with your eyes looking low

So leave, just leave

You're on the cutting board

The cutting board of the cutting room floor