Cannibals With Cutlery

A cannibal with cutlery is a cannibal still
 Don't you choose to forget that.
 He bangin' rectangular and circular holes
 and you never learn, do you lad?
 Oh, now, tell me what should I do?
 Normally I just talk things through with you.
 But it's you who is making me blue
 It's you who is making me blue
 Alcohol's a lubricant
 surely you should use it to slowly fuck yourself
 all those years of crocodile tears
 and you're thinking of somebody else
 cards on the table, cigarett burns and all
 Scars on your arms, and whiskey flavors your song
 It's you who is making me blue
 No, It's you who is making me blue
 It's you who is making me blue
 It's you who is making me blue
 A cannibal with cutlery is a cannibal still
 Don't you choose to forget that
 He bangin' rectangular and circular holes
 and you never learn, do you lad?