Thrift

I sit here all knowing
 Knowing nothing here at all
 My cut spread slower
 Pig hands reach into my sides
 I hate this life you give me
 I give you hate, you live for me
 I love the pain you give me
 This hurting feels like love to me
 They go down, down
 Down inside
 They go down town, down town
 They go down town to sell
 My body hangs on hooks
 A cloth to society
 Your dollars wet my skin
 Makes me papier mache thrift
 I hate this life you give me
 I give you hate, you live for me
 I love the pain
 I love this hurting, feels like love to me
 They go down
 Down town, down town they go
 Down town, down town to sell me