They say it's up to menThey say it's up to younThey say a bunch of shitnIt's hell they put you throughnDeath on TVnAnd death on the streetsnIt's death you've got to pray fornIf you want any peace!nnThey cut into menThey cut into younThey throw it awayn(Nothing you can do)nnThey cut into menThey cut into younThey throw it awayn(Nothing you can do)nnThey cut into menThey cut into me!nnOh, Ritalin's the heroin of bratty little kidsnThe bums on the streetnWant more than you can givenSo dance on broken glassnAnd drink straight from the firenForget what you knownOh, shoot what gets you higher!nnThey cut into menThey cut into younThey throw it awayn(Nothing you can do)nnThey cut into menThey cut into younThey throw it awayn(Nothing you can do)nnThey cut into menThey cut into me!nnI get up and I see nAll the ugly things in this nightmarenDon't think I can take itnLook at your TV, it's controlled realitynAll this fucking shitnIt cuts into me!nnThey cut into me!n(They cut into menThey cut into younThey throw it away)nnThey cut into me!n(They cut into menThey cut into you,nThey throw it away)nnThey cut into me!nThey cut into me!