Fools rushing out and innLike a pool cue through fingers splitnAnd much the trafficnSeperate indulgence from the addicts nCouldn't help themselvesnCouldn't help myselfnCouldn't make enough to share with younI couldn't make enough to share with younnCrawls up from between my teethnAnd infests our bodiesnKiss those imperfections cleannBut they don't rinse offnGonna cut them outnGonna cut myselfnGonna make enough to share with younI'm gonna make enough to share with younI'm gonna make enough to share with younI'm gonna make enough to share with younI'm gonna cut this outn