MAKE THE CUT
When I was a baby, before I could talk
They sharpened their knife, and pull it tight,
Made the cut.
When I was a young man, grew up big and strong.
They want to hand me a gun, and a trigger to a bomb,
Set to blow the world up.
Now I am an old man, they dona€™t want me anymore.
Wea€™ll send the young ones in, to do our harsh bidding,
And secure the oil.
